Next Year

I planned
And fantasised and dreamed
And pushed watch hands
With my mind.
I saw myself a star
Lost in cheers
But now in beer,
My thoughts unkind,
I hate again.
Maybe next time,
Next year.

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Author: George McDermid

I scratch out poems, and the odd little tale. Mostly for my own amusement.

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