I'm beaten. Nothing left for fighting. I'm seething. Haven't got a reason. It's just the season. Made my big stand. Now I'm tired. Played my last hand. Yes, I'm mired. A smoldering fire. It's what we do. The struggle to live. The fight for our lives. Then we die. It's all just folly. Offered my soul. Feeling melancholy. No one left for pleasin'. I'm tryin'. Coulda done it different. Sat on the sidelines. Safe and indifferent. That's no lesson. Layin' down. Playin' with my time. Won't always be around. But that's fine. It's just the season.
Alfred C. Martino
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