Lowered Expectations
from PAINTBRUSH

When I consider how Iíve tried and failed, -

people, ambitions, projects, dreams, - success

always receding; islands never sailed

beyond; expectations becoming less,

until theyíve faded utterly, replaced

with mundane duties anyone can do;

when facing up, I see what must be faced,

and ruing that, I canít escape that rue,

I tell myself: Okay then, you were wrong.

Youíre not the prodigy you dreamed youíd be.

Youíre not invincible, or even strong.

You donít add up to much, and what you see

is all there is. Yet, even then, I smile.

I can write this, and this makes that worthwhile.