Being LastA Poem by PeteWhat lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - Thoreaualpha and omega driving an old chevy vega barely able to afford the gas along with salicylic ghosts from the past i walk the crowded sidewalks of what's left of my mind never waiting for the sign to say, "walk" back when i was a kid in school i rarely raised my hand or waited my turn to talk i guess i never did like being last © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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