The Late Great, or, Feeling Sorry for Myself

Everything went so well
Until I
Turned from the agreed route
And headed out on my own…and then,
Disowned.

The words I shared were once
Admired, and then
All at once
The world grew tired…and I
Was fired.

It is not that I crave
Position; it is not that I fear
Rendition. I will speak, I
Will seek…but this losing streak
Weighs heavy.

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