| The anthology of a man's soul|
The documented progression of where a man has been
Like foot prints in the muddied soil
Are they traces of his past?
Or just records of encounters with sorrow
with success or failure
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| To see my name in bright lights|
On city billboards with flashing colors
not the Post Office wanted wall in just black and white
To see my name the headlines in bold print
not in the obituaries from a death that made no sense
To dream my dream and chase it
To dream my dream and catch it
To scream drom the . . .
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