Things get lost.
\nWonderful things.
\nBeautiful things.
\nThe only copy
\nof the only poem
\nwritten in a man\u2019s life.
\nOne day it was gone.
\nWhen he needed the words
\nhe\u2019d written.
\nWhen for a moment
\nnothing was dull or mediocre in his life.
\nHe wanted to give it a mate,
\nsomething besides himself, that
\nhis flash of brilliance needed,
\nto justify the emptiness in his heart.
\nNow it was gone.
\nAnd he laid his head on the table
\nand wept for a poem
\nhe could not even remember.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Things get lost. Wonderful things. Beautiful things. The only copy of the only poem written in a man\u2019s life. One day it was gone. When…<\/p>\n