try harder


Perhaps I should try harder
Leave my maudlin heart next to the vase of dried flowers
I don’t keep dried flowers,
Only towers built of shame and regret
To recall
That I’ve yet
To accomplish what they set
As my dues to be let in the door
To peep at their show
Till my pockets are empty
of original intent
And I’m content
To applaud their march
in rhythm’s stead

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