I am Aghast
I shudder at the dropped ball of life
the layup that was in my wheelhouse
that I punted on
in favor of greener pastures
think big they say
all the while the little fish
are floating away
into another's net of fortune
sugar-coating the lost easy-score
no consolation
for my wounded sense of self
until the layup
morphs into the three point shot
...in at the buzzer!
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