Years have passed leaving me aghast
Never sought fame, never courted glory
Wanting the best for others, but never me
An idealistic view that can never be
Suffering fools on their bar stools
Ears bleeding from incoherent bile
Never wrong, always in denial
So what of the present and to give to the world?
The here and now with no flag unfurled
A legacy, something to call my own
A place in history, not to die unknown
A look to tomorrow and a straw to clutch
Maybe just peace of mind
That's not too much
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