When Will I Win?

M. Fennell

 

’ve worked so hard to get this far
Yet all is mediocre
In a living trance, how can I advance
Beyond the blurring of life’s rotor

But then, I guess, I’ve had as much success
As any honest man can claim
I earn their respect and my weekly check
Yet I tire of playing the game

Talking to others I began to discover
Nobody’s pie is complete
Reciprocal envy, count yourself lucky
For each lacks a different piece

On this tortuous pass, I barely notice the grass
As I concentrate on each boulder
Over my failures I cry, while a successful surprise
Taps me quietly on the shoulder