The Secret of My Failure

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I kept aside
I hid my shame
The whole world (but not me)
To blame

I sang my songs
To nobody
And spent days (but not nights)
Lightly

I turned around
And, seeing me
I knew then (sort of knew)
Sadly

In molten life
I was but dross
And would be (patently)
A loss

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

6 thoughts on “The Secret of My Failure”

      1. Thank you, Miss Evelyn. I always wanted to be spectacular; being a spectacular failure wouldn’t have been my first choice, but, there you go.

      2. I don’t think of failures as “spectacular” but they were certainly hard lessons that I learned from. And I only learn from myself. And happy thanksgiving day! 🍗

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