My simple, awkward, unperfected prose
will never be compared or even see the light of day
against the beauty or importance of any Shakespeare Rose
even these rhymes are difficult to understand or say.
The truth is most of us will be forgotten or swept aside
we cannot keep or hold the attention of such a crazy world.
Instead we are here and gone faster than the changing tide,
our best efforts, the almost perfect moments end up being hurled.
I say it's time instead to accept our imperfections
take chances that may leave us without a thing
ignore the popular opinion; the inevitable objections
stop waiting for what will be brought and see what we can bring.
It's only when we try and fail and try again
That we live a life not thinking of what might have been.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 3:28 AM UTC
My simple, awkward, unperfected prose
will never be compared or even see the light of day
against the beauty or importance of any Shakespeare Rose
even these rhymes are difficult to understand or say.
The truth is most of us will be forgotten or swept aside
we cannot keep or hold the attention of such a crazy world.
Instead we are here and gone faster than the changing tide,
our best efforts, the almost perfect moments end up being hurled.
I say it's time instead to accept our imperfections
take chances that may leave us without a thing
ignore the popular opinion; the inevitable objections
stop waiting for what will be brought and see what we can bring.
It's only when we try and fail and try again
That we live a life not thinking of what might have been.