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complacent
The seasons have changed
and life is slow
The world passes me by
and here I sit. Complacent.
My kids are growing
in a county away.
And here I sit. Complacent.
Where is my nitch in life?
Where should I be?
Too comfortable being comfortable.
And yet here I sit. Complacent
and life is slow
The world passes me by
and here I sit. Complacent.
My kids are growing
in a county away.
And here I sit. Complacent.
Where is my nitch in life?
Where should I be?
Too comfortable being comfortable.
And yet here I sit. Complacent
Published 21st Nov 2014
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