THE LIFE AND PAIN OF TUCK

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    THE LIFE AND PAIN OF TUCK

    Alone I sit, here at the bar;
    My future so near, yet so very far.

    My destiny is shot, and my fate against me,
    No matter what happens, may attempts will go horribly.

    No matter what I do, or even what I try,
    The odds are not with me, one day I'll fry.

    My family and friends, say one day it'll change,
    But here in my life, every day it just rains.

    One day, some day, maybe eventually soon,
    All the pain will stop, and I'll meet my doom.

    But until then, I'll just walk in the rain,
    Maybe some day, I'll be numb to the pain.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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