Days Lost To Expediency Poem by James Walter Orr

How sharper than a serpents bite,
Five days that sneak past in one night;
Five days that passed without a trace,
And I, without one saving grace,
Still prowl, still seeking what to do,
To bring my victory to view;
To break, for once, the dreaded chain,
Of my paralysis and pain,
And bring my feet within the pale
Of that elusive, hidden trail
That leads the path around the bend
Where sweet success is caught and penned.