There were days of money
Days of fast cars
Left behind in the past
Somewhere along the line
They all lost their allure
Causing more trouble than joy
One by one things fell
Along life’s wayside
Of lost and broken dreams
Stoic Poetry
A Simple Life
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
Sad but the pattern of life. 🙂
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