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1975-03-28

Friday, March 28th, 1975 
               Hard times, these
               no up or down...
               nothing but the dull ache
               of security lost and freedom found.

               All my dreams are withered
               in the arc light of pain and depression;
               the slow progression of days
               grinding by, one at a time.

               I can't relax
               because it's going to get worse
               and I wish it would get to the worst
               because it'll get better after that.

                                 gallagher
                                 28 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-30

Sunday, March 30th, 1975 
      Twenty-seven, and what am I doing?
        To others I'm self-assured, but to myself
          I'm just a ragged mass of emotion and doubts.
      Twenty-seven, and nothing to show
        no money, no possessions, no security
          just inches away from being nothing and nobody.

      A few poems, some subjective knowledge
        and a wife that loves me like its the end of the world
          and what am I doing?  ...asking her to go
            so I can see if love is really necessary.

      I look at her and it hurts...
        suddenly I want houses and money and security for us
          not shoe-string lives, lived from paycheck to paycheck.
      I wonder how she could love me
        and I wonder how I could live without her
          and I wonder how I've tried so hard to do right
            and why I've done so little.

      I wonder how all my best dreams
        could have brought me here
          to where I'm twenty-seven
            and scared to death of what I'm doing.

                              gallagher
                              30 mar 75
                              CSULB

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-31

Monday, March 31st, 1975 
               My dream, still eludes me now
                 but soon I'm going to try.
               Roller coaster dream
                 on the edge of sanity, I,
                    fly on the edge of realizing
                 the best I've yet to try
               to see if our love can really live
                 and be given without the tie.

                                 gallagher
                                 31 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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