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James Walter Orr

(02, June,1930 / Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.)

Aching In Acrostic Format


Always it seems one loses in the end,
Credence that one has built throughout one’s life.
Requirements make us break unless we bend,
Or spend our rationed time immersed in strife.
Sometimes our lessons learned are learned too late.
Time has a way to teach humility,
In ways that carry one straight toward their fate,
Convinced attempts are just futility.

Forever, though we strive to carry through,
Our human foibles and our frailties lead
Relentlessly to faults which wound and do
Make evident each time our heart will bleed,
Affording us the display of our shame,
Together with the shadows on our name.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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