Poem -
Wishful Thinking
I am alone in the world of naught.Ā
In a place what tends my soul to rot.
A situation of constant moan,
I wish with life, I could atone.
And differences I would set asideĀ
Only then with joy could I abide.
But such wish is beyond my reachĀ
To learn such thingsĀ
So I might teach.
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