Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Bottom Line

I’ve watched illusions shatter one by one
Until there’s nothing left but broken glass.
Just a scent of memory in the air
The inevitable has come to pass.

And just as I suspected from the start
I am cursed to be the one still standing.
Smarter folks and better minds bit the dust
How am I the one to spike the landing?

The jury’s out as to whether I am
A true genius or an idiot.
But I keep thinking I’ve run out of time.
And I’m being asked to dismount the pot.

It’s too late for lovers and adventures.
All I can do is to fill my brief time
With reading and charity and for last
Figuring how to get this shit to rhyme.

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