Ah! woe is me!
The same hapless thing
Again
Again
Again
Occurs and re-occurs.
How many nights
Had I
With open eyes of
Waking fretting
Stood
Fearing
The hapless thing?
Time had to pass
For the hapless thing
Not to occur:
But as the game
Stood finished in tow
With extra time
The goal of misfortune
Destiny scored
With the last breath
With the last try
In the last second.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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