i think too old.
i think
like
men of another era,
i think
of work. how work
is necessary.
the only fear is to not
have work.
to not have
money.
to be on the dole,
in the bread line,
depending on the kindness
of others
to get by.
love comes first
of course.
but money and work
are not far behind.
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