Things started out hopeful,
All with smiles on their face.
A year has since passed,
Sorry, time to cut bait.
You fished and won,
A new opportunity.
Slowly and with vigor,
Progression with surety.
Then, suddenly, without warning,
Rug’s pulled from under you.
Searching the nooks and crannies,
To salvage anything good.
But, it’s useless you see.
Best was done, by far.
You, the beginner was forgiven,
Horse hasn’t left the barn.
So, pick yourself up,
Hold your head high.
It is tough cut bait,
But, new fish will swim by.
And, when they do,
Check the size of your hook.
If they’re too big to handle,
Don’t give them a second look.
And, if you don’t learn,
From the whoop-ass just given,
You’ll get canned in the process,
For that no one’s forgiving.