Category: poetry

Ambition burned

white hot when

I was young, then

I lost it, discouraged,

then found it again,

then lost it,

then found it,

now, in old age,

thinking myself

safe, the old fraud

seems to have

appeared again.

Some of my

friends die young,

all of my

enemies live to

a well-rewarded,

ripe old age,

it seems.