he told me as he raised one proud index
with a glimmer of hindsight
sparkling behind a pair of strong prescriptions
A brilliant man
with every failure of fortune one can endure
a man who knows....
What is it about these old-time relics
billboards of a time past
plastered with the gutter-water
of so many years spent behind the trends
but in front of the curve
He stares, implores me to understand his meaning
the meaning that is aching behind weathered eyes:
Life is but one thing,
let it consume you, let it fill every waking moment
and every hopeless dream.
Don't be a slave to inopportunity
do diligence
and fall asleep knowing that day was not wasted but consumed
with your passion and desire, with greatness
that abounds the forgotten mere mortals of this despondent society
live life for one thing, and one thing will become life
for David Willson
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