In Triumph

A few of
them are left
and they are
scattered everywhere.

The noise from
their mouths
can gather troubles,
complaints.

The hour is
contaminated.

The day can
just end worthlessly.
But I have survived.
I stood in triumph.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to In Triumph

  1. Something to bear in mind when the going gets tough.

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