Poetry…It is what it is…

Sometimes in life you just reach a point
Where the sum of two parts won’t have a joint
You’ve given it more than many could ask
Like a fine mature wine that’s left in its cask

You’ve thrown everything but the kitchen sink
But still the connoisseur’s are refusing to drink
Maybe too rich for some of their taste
Pastels too bright for their brushes to paste

You just don’t fit their agenda or bill
The chase is well over before you get to thrill
It’s a long hard road walked many times before
No room at the inn or unlocked stable door

But the show will go on and no one will care
That you’ve been omitted from this festive fair
So it all comes back to what it’s really about
The voice inside does it whisper or shout?

Accepting the norm, the same status quo
Refuse to give up or just let your dream go
Well for me it’s a given in my own fish bowl
I’m just having it large and feeding my soul!

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