...a world perfect at last. <br /> Milosz <br /> <br />Because I'm such a disappointment to <br />myself and those I love and seek to serve, <br />because I lack the skill, panache, and verve <br />to do the things I really want to do - <br />because the world conspires with all my faults <br />and foibles to defeat my fondest dreams <br />and bring to naught my best laid plans and schemes - <br />because each project left undone assaults <br />my sense of who I am and what I will <br />amount to or accomplish in the end, <br />because no matter how much time I spend <br />on this or that, it never fills the bill - <br /> because of this and doubtless things far worse, <br /> I seek a world made perfect - fool! - in verse.<br /><br />T. M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-41/
