ABOUT THAT BLISS

I had a constant daydream.
I could see a task
I knew would call
Upon my skill.
With guidance and support
I had the will
To change the world,
Fulfill my destiny.
And for awhile,
But after many tries,
I reached a place
Where everything seemed right  
And I made good mistakes
And I grew wise.
Just who the hell were you
To tell me "No!
That can't be done!"
Prepared to fly or fail,
I wondered,
Did you fear
I might prevail?
Or was it change, itself,
That is your foe?
Without review
My vision you dismissed.
Deliberately
On my sweet bliss
You pissed.  




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."


Last updated November 15, 2011