Aiming For Just Under the Bullseye
A lack of a horse or a Harley had long held him back,
the curse of normalcy and no redeeming truck.
Some said he held himself back
others shrugged
knowing he had already lost a race
he never dared to enter.
Nevertheless he plowed his own track
kept a neat furrow
a straight-arrow aiming steadfastly
to nowhere worth a mention.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment