When Not Getting Up Rattles More

Man oft has felt drained, a spent force, Striving a hard nut, failing still, A pony on a coursing course, Huffing on a hailing steep hill, Left, a fiend of failure to face, Damned if balks, damned if dumps the race. As man's not made of purest metal, And success is enticing lure, A mixed alloy fighting life's battle— He fears as much frustrating failure, As cockiness of a cock-sure, Not getting up from a fall does rattle. Success, a deity that need be appeased, By sacrifice alone this goddess' pleased. _____________________________________________________ One might have heard: the fault's not in falling; it's not trying again. Yet, real life renders no such cut and dry situations. This sonnet is born of this discomfort. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 08.01.05 |