BOPPED

All the vain dreams I have
hopped
All my projects that have
flopped
All the times my world has
stopped.

Successes that could not be
topped
Cut short by knives that had been
stropped
The shame, the blame that was
glopped
The hopes and dreams that were
lopped
Chased by horses that fearsomely
clopped.

Sweat and tears left un-
sopped
So many talents gone un-
shopped
Skills and strengths that needed
propped
Opportunities to be
cropped
Irksome traits to be
chopped.

All the motives to which I've
copped
Loose hairs that needed
mopped
Piggish appetites that were
slopped
Fair-weather balloons that were
popped
Their baskets on my head have
bopped.
© 2003 by Michael J. Farrand


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