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perseverance
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Sunday, 14th August 2011 @ 09:53:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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My poetry ,
a firework assortment
budget is tight, but the box looks good
and so I light each one and then wait for a fiery fate.
Whizz pop and bang, not quite enough
so I return to my box of tricks
and I light another...
fizzzzzz. Pop!
Why did I bother?
I don't know!
Maybe, Just in case....
this one lights up the world.
But instead, I stand In a smoky yard
with untidily assorted burnt out cardboard relics
that will be here this time next year (except soggier)
to remind me of the truth
for I know....
that I am cheap
and cheerless.
And my fizz?
it went pop on a dark night, dwarfed by the magnificence of other lights.
But at least I took part.
Maybe next year I'll buy a bigger box.
Copyright ©
poeticjestix
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2011-08-14 09:53:56] (Date/Time posted on
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