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BAD BARD POETRY
Too late my son
I see me in you
I see you in me
So like the man
I used to be
Like you the man
Who won’t be told
The man I shed
Now I am old
Charisma and strength
Beyond our fellow men
But this is now
And that was then.
Bound to prevail
When joined in the running
But look at me now
I didn’t see this coming
I drained my power, I fell, I faded
My 20/20 I abused and jaded
You see me weak, defences down
But don’t dare pity, this hapless clown
I flew too close, I crossed the wires
I crashed, I burned, I built my pyre
And if you would look me in the eye
You’d see a man resolved to die
Take heed my son
Don’t share my fate
Now for me, too late, too late.
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