Looking for a reason
to get out of bed.
None comes to mind
so I cover my head.
Close my eyes
and try to sleep.
But instead,
I start to weep.
I know
that this
cannot last.
Too much time
reflecting on the past.
A lifetimes regret
can only lead to a
futures neglect.
The 50 year old poet 
The past looms like a mist refusing to fade away.
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