New York Panorama

Life in Manhattan through the eyes of an Englishman

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Another Day.

To work forever seems the only choice,
anxiously balanced between paychecks.
I console myself with a lottery ticket,
and pretend I am not growing old.

Love, like fortune, seems elusive,
almost there, then slipped away.
This time I'm sure I'll get it right.
How many more times can I try?

Perhaps I've missed my way in life,
thinking I'm nothing special.
If I'd been more positive, who knows?
Fame, fortune and love might have found me.

The old recourse is always tempting.
After work I'll go and get a beer,
and chat or flirt with some pretty girl.
A modest happy ending to another day.

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