Measure Up

As I grew up, we marked the wall.
We marked each inch as I grew tall.
I grew so much...I was so proud,
you could easily spot me in a crowd.
I always had the nicest bike...the nicest clothes...
the nicest home.
As high school came...I stared in track...
I got straight A's...I did not lack.
In college I spent four years at Yale...
I never bought things that were on sale.
My mate...they were the finest too...
we even had a child or two.
As they grew up, I worked long hours...
I had great wealth...and held great power.
It wasn't enough...I wanted more...
my kid's stopped running for the door.
I spent more time at work than home...
my mate I hear began to roam.
When all was said and done...I lost.
I never stopped to weigh the cost.
I lost what mattered most to me...
this wasn't how it was suppose to be.

                   P.R.Deremer

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