I keep emptying,
glass after glass,
trying to forget,
what I recall.
Some memories are,
NOT worth keeping.
After all…
Memory is indeed,
a funny thing.
We live out,
lives making them.
But without love,
nothing is remembered.
After all…
I’ve kept giving,
hoping for love.
Made many millions,
for other people.
I am unknown,
without a dime.
After all…
I’ve been homeless.
I’ve been kind.
I’ve been ruthless.
I’ve been happy.
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