ONE MORE TIME

 

 

one more time

one more time

hearing film music

from India

echo through my skull

 

remembrance

of childhood glory

leaves me

scathing mad

as I realize there was

no glory for me;

never

at any point

was I

the glorious victor

 

and that revelation

is a bitter pill

for me to swallow

 

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Read a poem to some audiences gloriously victoriously once.  Yay!


 

 

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but I refuse to quit

but I refuse to quit