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Poetry

Notes

How did I end up here?
It’s better than I deserve,
But who gets to be the judge?
And is it really any different than last year?
Questions abound
And I’ve never been the one for answers.
I hold an unearned reward
For being alive. Just sticking around.
Do what you will or maybe what you must.
People are drowned
Under debt or horrific circumstance.
You hope for a good turn for the just.
I know the notes fade in due time,
So I’ll listen each day.
Maybe there’s a message underneath
It all. Music that’s meant to be all mine.


© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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