Hang On, Just a Little Longer
Hang On...Just a Little Longer
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
In memory of forgotten dreams,
I must admit the loss it seems,
for all my hopes and hearts desires,
have more than not been doused by fire.
I launched myself into the fray,
convinced of triumph my doubts betrayed,
but it seems that life got in the way,
and rearranged my perfect play.
For plans are thoughts that on hopes are based,
when life can have other things to say,
while steps are taking and moves in place,
perspectives changed and conditions erased.
A blink in time and your plans just fold,
the world has turned and revisions uphold,
transforming all those grandiose ideas,
into another life with salient fears.
I gather my thoughts and relaunch attack ,
knowing the universe has my back,
yet floods and rains diminish my path,
and I alone stand in the aftermath.
Knee high in mud I trudge my way,
each onslaught I launch while I slowly decay,
determined to collate my disarray,
in life's challenge, a relentless moot tirade.
Hang on I say, just a little longer,
the pinnacle in sight, if I was a little stronger,
so I train and struggle and hone my plans,
but in the end that gold slips through my hands.
Perhaps when I am dead and gone,
shall victory bless my grave anon,
and I a sleeping in oblivion,
shall never know how well I've done.
'Murphy always has the last word.'
Even Vincent Van Gogh died in poverty.