#WritcoPoemChallenge

The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way

Open it, close it presently here
I wonder if its time to see
the wafting smell of mid strength beer
Their wandering time here with me

Im lost so it seems. more lost than most
Bleeding priveledge from my soul
Like a leech looking for a new host
Stoking the firey coals

The future holds many secrets
We must live in the present while we can
I dont know if anyone believes it
But this is the world of man

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