How Slim

How slim the line

‘Twixt fame and failure.

But if you don’t ask

Could I do better,

And blame the rest

That would be a shame.

And you claim nothing.

And you remain

In an endless spiral,

Going nowhere.

You bare the brunt

And confess.

Leave it for the bin men.

The detritus

Does not compromise


I am still the same;

I get by

But something

Deep inside has hold

Of my soul

I cannot jeopardise.