My Foolish Heart

I thought I had all I needed, I rested on my oar, I thought all had been mended, I had everything to soar. Naïve and inexperienced I was, Someone had to put me through, It was a different battlefield and the wars, Were not what I thought was true. The instructions came at the eleventh hour, Nothing much to salvage, I couldn’t be pulled up the tower, I had caused permeable damage. I fought to get back on my feet, All was to no avail, There were a plethora of requirements to meet, I ran but didn’t entirely prevail. I have laboured for others, Gave all my time and left my desires, Opportunities came but like toddlers, I didn’t see the current flowing through the wires. I'm on a full-scale run, Before the door closes on my turn. April 2, 2022. My Foolish Heart Cash Prize Poetry Contest. L. Milton Hankins.