Looking Back

Until the Very day I Drop,
I’ll Remember every Flop,
Every Venture turned to Crud,
Ideas that Became a Dud.

Failures number More than Wins,
Virtues number Less than Sins.
People liked or Not so Much,
Those could Count on In a Clutch.

Years have Passed the Seven-two,
Things I’ve learned I know as True.
Life behind Me now is Sprawled,
Experience is What It’s Called.

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