T. M. Moore
Fragment - Poem by T. M. Moore
...a world perfect at last.
Because I'm such a disappointment to
myself and those I love and seek to serve,
because I lack the skill, panache, and verve
to do the things I really want to do -
because the world conspires with all my faults
and foibles to defeat my fondest dreams
and bring to naught my best laid plans and schemes -
because each project left undone assaults
my sense of who I am and what I will
amount to or accomplish in the end,
because no matter how much time I spend
on this or that, it never fills the bill -
because of this and doubtless things far worse,
I seek a world made perfect - fool! - in verse.
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