It is this losing that bedevils me:
Keys, wallet, opportunities, days,

And you, receding, smaller and farther away,
my distant constellation,
as all the while I dither, another hopeless case,

Unable to turn around and swim upstream in the river of time.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to Loser

  1. Mils says:

    That’s beautifully measured, said – and sad.

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