Treacheries , ageing
Among the crueler disfavours now
is the treachery of songs:
songs that fill the days now
are not for the likes of me .
Once they gave solace
and even solutions , sometimes .
Now they still sing , but sing
still of that thin gruel of youth ,
not of what I face each day .
Perhaps it is the marketplace ,
never imaginative enough ;
perhaps it is the poets`
and profiteers` tradition ,
weaned on low courage .
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