Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

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Miserable Old Men
I sit here at this place
And
Look around myself
I feel the old fear comfortably settled on the few tables
Stools, people.
Some miserable old man looks at me from across the room
Into my eyes
But, through my brain and my soul
Past the dirty wall behind me and
Into the abyss beyond.
As I watch back, he doesn't move
And his drink is almost empty
And mine was once full.