Yesterday's Failures by Owen Jones

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At the end
you see it clear,
in retrospect
from the rear.

It all adds
up to nothing,
more or less
the same.

becomes a word,
lost like the
rose with no name.

Naked we
stand at last,
nothing to win
or lose.

When all
thats is left,
is an option
not to choose.