I was writing a poem,
it wasn’t that good;
but, even so,
I had to finish it,
as a proper poet should.
.
I honed it to perfection,
made it absolutely the best,
a cut above your average,
a thrust above the rest…
.
… then I accidentally deleted it,
‘Whoosh!” and it was gone;
never to be written the same way;
but, its loss,
not to be dwelt upon.
Graeme Sandford 