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My Wine Glass Is Emptied
I never pursued
Money interest,
Power, or prestige;
I only wanted to hear
Feminine laughter
And touch a woman’s hair
In the summer moonlight.
Responsibility
Was never a suit
That hung well on me.
But in time,
My wine glass
Was emptied
And the summer ended
With increased anxiety.
At some point, everyone chooses
Between the grave
And a life without
Meaningful luster.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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