Concessions Poem by Hannington Mumo

Still drab sensations he feels sweep across
His whole being with a total instincts loss,
With full dullness his head and heart throb,
Wit worsening into a wishful-thinking slob.

He's unable to precisely remember where
The proverbial rain began to beat his back;
And his brain-stock of erring moves is bare,
He doesn't know where giant genius failed.

Now countless vacuous life-paths gleefully tower
With inept gloating above his dream's finest hour;
And his sea-jammed sails hardly onward trudge
Against adamantine barriers that scarcely budge.

Simplistic Fate has her premature summary called
Against the sky-high record under peeling veneer;
And short are the early glees of ill-predicted joys
Of devious grins that remark not victory so near.

His many erstwhile goofs are all nothing set
Against the sparkling better that his stars get.