Hindsight
I.
At success’s brink: how is it-
In the ring of a winner’s circle, standing there
Among faces of cheering fans
Roars and roars, far across the track? Din-
Exhilarating and loud-
Fills the air and your
Admired and new-found fame amorphous,
Limp. Mr. President,
Can we lend a hand to help
Through spheres of haze
By seeing your life so clear,
Who welcomes us stoically and certain?
II.
At success’s brink: how was it-
In the ring of the winner’s circle, looking back
Among the faces of cheering fans
Back and back, far across time? Success —
Insatiable and cruel —
Progged the air, and your
admired and long-gone fame went missing,
Lost. Mr. President,
Could we have lent a hand
Through spheres of darkness
By seeing your life so clear,
Who welcomed us stoically and certain?
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