All that sinfully-wasted time –
Was it really so very long ago? –
All those fumbling words; so many
Maybe each of them would have lost interest,
Walked away, beyond my yearning reach.
And, all the while me, believing
I was dancing smoothly, faultlessly
In pure-diamond skies, hearing
Glory’s music in the slow-spiralling
Falls of angel feathers.
Could it be
I was, simply,
Always failing, slipping
Back to the minefield square
Where you have to throw a six,
Miss a go or
Pay a fine?