that it was once
de rigueur among my set
to daily drudge and toil
with the ardor of youth
and a dream of tomorrow
was fine and good
for that's what youth
is made for
and yet somehow still
here I remain dreaming
and drudging
and they have all seeming
moved right along
their work seems worth more
their lives like a song
and yet I know
that seems is not is
the difference between
wine and champagne
more than just fizz
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