A Poem by Mr. Moore

 I fell heavily to the ground,

Dazed, gasping for a breath.

I turn my weary eyes up,

To the towering mound.

The heights I had once reached,

Now not but a distant dream.

I would like for nothing more, 

than to retreat and admit defeat.

All that time spent reaching,

And finally achieving, then to fall so far.

What will I do now?

I will stand up, and try again,

Failure will not be the end.

I will return to those great heights,

I will return before the coming of night.

© 2012 Mr. Moore

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I will stand up
and try again
failure will not
be the end.
Nice write.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Mr. Moore
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