Never The Less Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Never The Less



I'd settle for second best.
Placed with a pattern grown tired
of the usually kept.

There was a time where we
went ahead of ourselves.
Yet moved too far we found less
than the sweet solace of the second kept.

Rarely like an earned merit,
my mallet wept the shores of someone
doubtful to an end.

Friday, June 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: growth
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