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Platinum Oct 17
I CAN'T FAIL!!!
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Failure is high, the way that it holds, it's grasps to the souls, feels like a real ongoing demise
It puts you on low, it throws you to grow, buh ***** it I know, I have to decide
Which way that I go, which feeling to show, when all of the "No's" are filling inside
I'm not my own foe, but inside the dough, of being above is a big compromise

My peak on the rise, look in my eyes, you will see this time, I've come to realize
It wasn't a plan, I wrote this just now, The grim on my face, says I've got to be wise
Needless to write, I gotta sit down, move at the world's pace and move to the side
The failure that's flirting, distractions that are lurking, I gotta keep burning, the zeal inside

I ain't recording, but it feels like there's nothing that's gonna stop me from reaching my prime
Maybe that's why, all of a sudden, I feel it urging to put words that rhyme
When I enter this time, I'm cooking so hard, that I don't look picture perfect but rather look fried
Cos since I'm alive, I just don't see why, I should be behind, when I need to arrive
Glenn Currier Mar 2018
My heart is giving me fits,
but there is no way I'll let it quit,
so I'll keep on fighting the good fight,
until everything is alright.

By my cousin Bill
My Cajun cousin, knowing that I am soon going in for a heart procedure, and knowing that I write poetry, set his finger to his phone and sent me this little ditty.  I told him it captures my sentiments well... Thanks Bill.

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