Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Concerning Failure

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Concerning Failure


All right, if it makes you feel
worse or, somehow, honest,
say it. Say, "I've failed."
There. Surprised by how you feel?
Liberating, isn't it? You may
even go further, go all operatic,
and say, "I'm a failure." Woe
is you, etc. Splendid. Now

you may enter the zone
that transcends success and
failure. It lies beyond
soccer fields, board-rooms,
high-school football stadiums,
televised awards-shows, and
academic journals with a
circulation of 15 and
a readership of 0. Not
that we're keeping score,
or anything.

Guess who else lives in
that zone? Everyone who
ever mattered. In that place,
fame's considered a rash,
and there's even an
ointment available.


Copyright 2010 Hans Ostrom

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Thanks, H.

Hans Ostrom said...

Hey, you're welcome. I hope things are going well. I'd love you to link Giovanni's Sunday poem (all about food, uh, high cholesterol) to your blog. :-) Best, H.