Impotentiality

poofing closets longing with snippets of striving somedays

passive stacks pleading with tokens of avid maybes

bunchy bundles believing with bits of enthusiastic

probably- nots.

jammed drawers dreaming with remnants of ardent

could-be's

crammed boxes bursting with segments of spirited

hope-so's

lined cubbyholed craving with scraps of zealous

should-do's

crowded crates swearing with slivers of earnest if-onlies

filled files yearning with fragments of fervent intend-to's

I simply stroll the rat race intermittently stopping to

ignore the rose.

I'm not quite a chould-have-been with many a sporadic

first-ditch effort.

I vow to probably promise to possibly expect to

conceivably hope.

I swear to perhaps aspire to assuredly plan to maybe

think-about- it.

But don't you try to cheer me down,

on my success you can almost bet.

For I'm a positively focused,

committed gifted might-just-yet.

by Wanda Van Winkle