Aim high, aim low, Don't stop trying

Maybe once really is never enough

I nocked an arrow to my bow

and missed by a mere stone's throw

I leapt for the moon

But came down too soon

Fuming, I stalked away

Looking for somewhere else to stay

Depraved, forgotten, lost but never found

An ancient half-penny left lying on the ground

For months in this way I lay

Fearing not, for come what may

I know I missed my mark

I fired in the dark

But what lost me the game

for what I am to blame

I never tried again