Failure

Fränz Müller

Failure is a well worn circle

where the grass refuses to grow;

another pass, that same old path

your feet do surely know.

When’s the time when you will see

a different way to go?

Some of us at least it seems

will never, never know.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Whether habits, stubbornness, blindness, or stupidity many walk the same path over and over. Well written with good rhyme and flow. Loved it a fave

  • Friendship

    Nicely written, my friend



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