At the Edge

So many times I've been to the brink.
So many times it would make you think.

That I am but a fool. 
Mistakes can be so cruel. 

Mistakes? Oh I've made some, large and small. 
Mistakes I've made, I've made them all. 

Am I too impulsive?
I expect that I am. 

To risk is imperative,
When breaking new ground.

Technology to the rescue,
Just in time. 

Technology solves the impossible,
Without any rhyme

So I chase technology to cover my mistakes.
Technology wins and my heart breaks.

The game is a test of what it takes,
To play to win for such high stakes.

This time I lost

Copyright 2002 © Ronald W. Hull



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