Always it seems one loses in the end, <br />Credence that one has built throughout one’s life. <br />Requirements make us break unless we bend, <br />Or spend our rationed time immersed in strife. <br />Sometimes our lessons learned are learned too late. <br />Time has a way to teach humility, <br />In ways that carry one straight toward their fate, <br />Convinced attempts are just futility. <br /> <br />Forever, though we strive to carry through, <br />Our human foibles and our frailties lead <br />Relentlessly to faults which wound and do <br />Make evident each time our heart will bleed, <br /> Affording us the display of our shame, <br /> Together with the shadows on our name.<br /><br />James Walter Orr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aching-in-acrostic-format/
