The h2g2 Poem: A Failure
Created | Updated Dec 30, 2011
A Failure
I've found that failure wears a friendly face
It's comforting to amble with the throng
Who seem contented to avoid disgrace.
I've collected failures. There's a certain grace
In accepting that your talent isn't strong.
I've found that failure wears a friendly face.
Housework's doomed to fail. I expect my place
To fill with junk which doesn't quite belong,
But untidy houses are no disgrace.
Driving proved an art of speed and space
I never mastered, though I ground along.
I've found that failure wears a friendly face.
As I moved, I lost my cherished trace
Of friends I cared for, but it would be wrong
To think that losing them was my disgrace.
And if I caused the heartbreak in your face
I don't believe my love could be more strong.
I've found that failure wears a friendly face
But losing you would be my real disgrace.
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