Blood For a Price

This has all become
a bit of an old joke.

Waiting in the shade of an old elm
cascaded by thin streams of warm sun
letting time slip past
forgetting the ideals
of what led me here
in the first place.

That sort of old cliché
isn’t working
the motivation it once drew
like blood for a price
has gone dry.

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