you never know until it's too late <br />that everything you put your hand <br />to fades & dissolves in the sun <br />of an aroused intellect <br />that sees your work for what <br />it aint not what it seems <br />to those in the shadows <br />like yourself you dig? <br />even your hip lingo <br />shows the sag <br />in the back <br />stubble <br />& spit<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-life-wasted/
