To fall and fail at everything
by having wax to hold my wings,
aim so high then plummet low
where everyone will have to know.
Best laid plans and shoddy schemes
vanish like our nightly dreams.
Needs, desires gone like smoke
ending up alone and broke.
Even so I ache and yearn
as my life does crash and burn.
Doomed to always watch from here
the failure of all I hold dear.
Setback marred my every attempt
success remained just what I dreamt.
And so I sleep where things go well
no longer in this world to dwell.
But comes each morn the cruel light
with one more day to get it right.
My lagging heart I gird for toil
through another day on this mortal coil.
For live we will until we die
measured by how hard we try.
So shake your heads in mute disgust
as once again I come up bust.
But mark my words one day you'll see
this world couldn't get the best of me.
I stuck it out and fought the fight
believing what I did was right.
by Robert Quinn
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