Second Try Poem by Macwolls Kay

You read me like a book
A clear beginning a clear ending
You play me like a guitar, you pull the strings
You pull my nerves.

You treat me like a door mart
Upon me your trample reins
You use me like a napkin
Quick to spoil quick to discard.

You climb so high and get so far
But when the tide is back at bay
And when the final tune is played
And in this game the rules are changed
I know you'll beg for a second try
To make amends of what has passed.