Vision ***** Weeds Will Win In The End Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Wounded childhood may be gone
but its birthed premature manhood
is now

3 decades are aware of myself
my evaluation is that
I was not existed into the
supposed age of my race

I look at the past -
yes, I did my best

I look at the foot-printed path
yes, my best wasn't good enough

I look at my previous strength
yes, I was striking too hot; full blast

I look at the targetted aim
yes, it seemed ambiguous and blurry

I look ahead steadily
yes, I see another chance, another race

I look at down my feet
yes, I notice, full of weeds

the weeds will win for the next fight in the end

I insist

* out of my sour feelings of disappointment
after the pending result of my massage job interview
for Europe -
just wait patiently