I played at sports when I was young.
I was sure I had the stuff.
I punted, passed and batted well
But not quite well enough.

Next I thought the silver screen
Would bring me fortune, fame and all.
Once again , I missed the mark,
By how much, I can't recall.

With words I had a talent,
Why couldn't writing be my game?
I'd be another Hemingway.
Of that dream, nothing came.

My name won't be a household word,
I thought, still why can't I vie
With J.Paul Getty and his ilk
For riches mountain high?

But turning things to profit,
I discovered was a bore.
Oh, I may have made some money,
But I spent a whole lot more.

Well, at least I'm still in one piece,
And I'm comforted these days
To know that I'm surviving
My life's decrepit phase.

Dominic's Light Verse Sampler is at:
http://community.webtv.net/rodomartia/

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