Sometimes I feel that I’m failing
From the weather or a smell in the air
Sometimes I feel that I’m winning
Despite the score showing I’m far from there
Sometimes I grow stronger
From something I decided not to eat
Sometimes a rock in my shoe
Slows the pace of my gate
Sometimes life seems like a deep woe
That I carry upon my soul
Sometimes I’m light as the wind
Endless days with no tire or toll
Today’s maybe somewhere in the middle
Some coffee and rain and some hope
Success and failure are not for this moment
Both lie out of the present’s scope
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020
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