Poem

we envy what we believe that we can’t obtain
and obtain what we most envy
yet once obtained…
can’t absolve the plenty
which has left our spirits empty
still we hopelessly strive to distance ourselves from the former
which honestly couldn’t be truer
watching a stranger emerge in the mirror
as my tomorrow’s become fewer
it’s like an empty glass in the sun
amongst a starving man craving for a drink
this is merely food for thought…
so be thoughtful…
the nerve of us to waste it in the sink…

Charles Lamar Garrison
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