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Life

A Poem by Gus

Today’s a morning

That lies at your feet

Tomorrow’s a day

You will never meet

Yesterday’s gone

Like last night’s dreams

Is that all there is

That’s what it seems

Hope’s a fantasy

You pass on the street

Fear rides a dragon

But it can be beat

Waiting's a game

That's never been played

Regrets have a way

Of calling your name

The hands of time

You can't rewind

If only your memories

Weren't so unkind

The future's a place

You will always chase

Time's the gatekeeper

And life is the race