This is my first submission to the Poetry Potluck Monday at http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/p/poetry-potluck-monday_29.html—if I can get it posted; having a bit of difficulty finding this week’s submission point. Dang newfangled computer thingies. If I can’t fix it with a rock, I’m in trouble.
Aims, Goals, and Ambitions
by Mike Patrick
Would ambition follow you down the street?
Call me ambition; that is what I do.
I dare to lower not my feckless aim
Lest it fall less than finally loving you.
How dare a god create beauty so fair;
To inflect such longing within my breast.
This distance game I’m forced to humbly play
Is Satan’s ill design, my will to test.
Pray thee, look back and catch my hungry gaze.
Reward ambition’s silent, forlorn cry,
For it is all I have, my soul to keep
And tis too weak to once again survive.
Oh, ambition, perhaps you saved the day.
Fair lady turned, and now she walks my way.