A Sense of Failure
Hold the pieces in your hand
This was once your world
This was once the greatest dream
Round which your heartstrings curled
Look upon the shattered glass
This was once a smile
This was once a memory
Of anything worth while
Smell the fires of your doubt
This was once a rose
This was once a confidence
From which the poem flows
Hear the trumpet of the lost
This was once a song
This was once the grandest tune
That kept the weak ones strong
Taste the bitterness of tears
This was once the sea
This was once an endless hope
Of possibility
This was once your world
This was once the greatest dream
Round which your heartstrings curled
Look upon the shattered glass
This was once a smile
This was once a memory
Of anything worth while
Smell the fires of your doubt
This was once a rose
This was once a confidence
From which the poem flows
Hear the trumpet of the lost
This was once a song
This was once the grandest tune
That kept the weak ones strong
Taste the bitterness of tears
This was once the sea
This was once an endless hope
Of possibility