Turning Point Poem by John Sensele

So bothersome the burden I carry
Burning cash like a gambler
In my head a thousand thoughts I bury
Beating my chest, boasting I'm grumbler.

Whinging about how fate conspires
To frustrate initiatives I make
In calculations, in crucibles, in spires
When well meant promises I break.

No wonder I crawl on my knees
Cursing associates
Crying foul when attention flows not to my pleas
And my self worth depreciates.

I'd better change my tactics
Get serious and regain my bearings
But if I persist in gyration gymnastics
No chance ever I can wear wedding rings.