one more time
one more time
hearing film music
from India
echo through my skull
remembrance
of childhood glory
leaves me
scathing mad
as I realize there was
no glory for me;
never
at any point
was I
the glorious victor
and that revelation
is a bitter pill
for me to swallow
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Read a poem to some audiences gloriously victoriously once. Yay!
but I refuse to quit
but I refuse to quit