Despite all the help I get,
In making way in world today.
Solving this, study that
Tracking this ,following that,
Racing ahead no standing still
Acting on all the news,
Catch all new trends,
The followers of fashion,
I am ahead by yards.
Or is my race just spent.
Nothing satisfying built.
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Peter Rose
Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-
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