When I was just
a soft boy child
I would take my
bag of marbles,
bought sparingly
with well earned
pocket money,
to the schoolyard
and lose them all
to boys with hard
knuckles and much
harder eyes. Was
it a lesson
for adult life?
Yes but I failed
to learn from it.
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