It’s late
Late at night and late in life.
There has been some success
But not what you imagined
No triumph
No conquering
No hero’s welcomes.
They may think they’ve won
That my day is over.
But
Who would ever have believed
that on this very day
at this very moment
I cold conceive a poem
that would grab men by their throats
and have women in tears
and be bold and fearless enough to write it down
(after all, what’s to lose?)
and publish it to the whole world
Just by pushing one more key.
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