We revel in what we romanticize
With broken bones, we pretend to walk straight
Alas, we acknowledge, what we never had
What we couldn’t have
Almost. But not quite
Never quite the right time it shall be
And never again could we pretend
One fall was all it took for some
Millions failed to do so for others
Like red drops, pure in their essence
Like dying leaves, golden in their glory
Like surrendering waves, clearest in their end
We too understand
That having too much of what we never had
Is surely the downfall of a reigning crown,
a presiding throne, a forged pride.