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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley


It didn’t quite happen

I didn’t quite make it

I wasn’t nearly fast enough

I wasn’t nearly good enough

I didn’t possess the skills I thought I did

I didn’t hold the strength I thought I’d built

It didn’t start well

It didn’t end well

I didn’t make the distance

I didn’t make the grade

I should have trained harder

I should have listened

I should have paid attention

I should have focused my intention

I didn’t quite make it

It didn’t quite happen

No matter

All is not lost

Just as failure be the fuel for attainment

Disappointment is the inspiration for elation

With the benefit of the former

The latter will be greater

Will be so, so much more

At least it will be

Once I’ve picked myself up

Off the floor

16th Feb 2022

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