there's really not much point
to listing out all the times
that I've been wrong in this life;
probably not enough keys here
or enough paper there,
or enough time for you to care;
just a little exercise in self-pity,
small-town boy lost in the big city,
and who really gives a good damn?
I've done a pretty good job
of disappointing myself and
everyone else, and what's funny
is that I didn't have to take any
special classes; it always just seemed
to come naturally, like draining
the beer out of beer glasses;
but what disappoints me now,
as I prepare to finish the long fall,
is how wrong I was about you:
you were not really strong at all.
January 23, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. Something something something.