At last, he's turned the final corner <br />Of the blur, that was his life. <br /> <br />He peaked at such an early age <br />And now must face the final page. <br /> <br />The curse of vast potential was his barren oat to sow. <br />For often it is genius that strikes the cruelest blow. <br /> <br />Pregnant with possibilities <br />Bores stillborn futility. <br /> <br />When gifts are underutilized <br />They molt from blessed to despised. <br /> <br />From needy youth (for lust and food) , <br />To aged man (for truth and good) . <br /> <br />All of life's, most rigid rules, <br />Invariably wither as we live along.<br /><br />Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-grasp/
