All That Matters

I know this is only one poem, much shorter than I usually do, but it is in stark contrast to yesterday’s post of gloom and doom.  I was optimistic, even in the worst of times (or what I thought was the worst of times).

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All That Matters

By Scott L Vannatter

12/30/85

Running through life

Hanging on to my trousers,

.     Shoes untied,

.     Hair mussed,

.     Glasses crooked,

I just knew something was wrong.

.     -I was right!

But in the end as I tumble, bumble, stumble,

.     Fly,

.     Legs splayed ridiculously,

.     Face in the mud,

I will cross the line – and win.

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Namaste,

Scott