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MY TROPHIES
These are my trophies
each praise does bequeath
and does fulfill some part I missed
between the bitter and the sweet.
Each lady comes to dine
upon the Poet's feast
yet not one can complete
from the west to the east.
So pathetic is my reasoning
to lay this poem to birth
to chance a heart to read and praise
and give this Poet worth.
For what my mother failed me
my poetry now can reap
and rock the soul of Poet
in his mother's arms of sleep.
though one tried to tell me
as my heart cried foul
and revealed the Poet's anguish
that he is feeling now!
Even this, just one more trophy
to gain oe'r all defeat
as Poet lays this trophy
at this dear lady's feet.
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