haaaaaaaaay...

Yesterday's Failures
by Owen Jones

At the end
you see it clear,
in retrospect
from the rear.

It all adds
up to nothing,
more or less
the same.

Achievement
becomes a word,
lost like the
rose with no name.

Naked we
stand at last,
nothing to win
or lose.

When allthats is left,
is an option
not to choose.