Have you the strength to admit that it's over?
Have
you the fortitude to say goodbye
When
the day is done with no battles won?
Raking
your sleeve across tearful eyes,
Cursing
the devil who brought you to here
And
made you the fool with that silly chapeau,
Stood
you before God and everyone else,
Showing
the world just how little you know.
Everyone
is made the fool one time or another,
It's
the rule, or maybe merely happenstance,
The
clearly crazy consequence for those who
Listen
to the muse as they dash onto
The
floor to dance.
Brave
souls eager for the chance to gain the prize
Of
happiness, not too proud to second guess,
Far
too quick to issue tests as
Choices
slip from bad to worse and
Settling
becomes the quest.
True
love is a gift of fate which
Fits
the hand like a silken glove.
Once
discovered and secured
One
need never weep for love.
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