Looking back, what torturous routes
full of crossroads and junctions of opportunity
some were taken, some forsaken,
with equal degrees of cost and impunity.
Looking back, a saucy little saga
a fascinating, fragmented fable
a hero so bold, but truth be told
sometimes weak, and often unstable.
As a young stallion, I had energy to burn
I could tackle every hurdle, each gate
a bold horse with resource, for every course
but I usually turned up too late.
Often having laboured on an epic piece of work
and all that was needed to conclude it
was a little more effort, a grain of common sense,
I always cocked it up, I screwed it.
Tony Bradley
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