"I am still the man I meant to be." --Will Oldham
Light in December
Like a green love pushed
Surprisingly forth
From the brown compost
Of a scorched summer.
Labels: life, third-rate poetry
Labels: life, love, poetry, third-rate poetry
posted by Third-rate Poet at
2:55 AM
How 'bout a cliche baseball metaphor? Life threw me a curve ball and plumb beaned me 'twixt the eyes! I became a third-rate poet by default. As Will Oldham says, "I'm still the man I meant to be." I make mistakes; I try to learn from them; but as W says, "presidenting is hard."
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