Aspiration

Rating: 3.1
When I was daft (as urchins are),
And full if fairy lore,
I aimed an arrow at a star
And hit - the barnyard door.

I've shot at heaps of stars since then,
but always it's the same -
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Uranus was my aim.

So, I'll shoot starward as of yore,
Though wide my arrows fall;
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Then never aim at all.
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COMMENTS
Ratnakar Mandlik 23 April 2020
Reminds the saying, " low aim is crime" . Beautiful poem, a pleasure to read.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 23 April 2019
Not failure, low aim is crime. The master craftsman seems to have composed this beautiful melody keeping it in mind.
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Jimmy Mcdowell 02 December 2005
just let us all aim for something better in life Robert had a good one so let us all aim even though we may only hit that Barn Door
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