Lonesome dove

when he was young

he had a lot of lust


then he got older


He thought he needed to be loved

And he himself tried finding love

But it evaded him

Like the lotto

Still he looked

And whilst looking he lived some

He got high

And had some lows

He got grey and older like the rest

He then wanted a love of a different kind

But that too

Where difficult to hold

At times he thought maybe it was there

And then for days

And nights

He were as before




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