Not What I Used To Be

Poem By David Whalen

All am I now
Is poetry

The man I used to be
Is now… no longer me

Not sure if I'm a captive
Nor sure if I've been set free

Nor do I quite see…
How it's now come to be

But all I am now…
And all I'll ever be

Is poetry

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