He’s afraid
Of failing
Not getting it right
Not turning it around
It’s very self-centered
And childish
And not very strong of him
But at 48
He’s realizing
That he never did have
The Midas touch
Not like he thought
Not like he was told
For a creative fellow
Is buried under every altar
And he never did
Move a mountain
Though the vision
Placed his shoes
On the stage
Though born for this
He is shaking
In his boots
Though less and less today
Because he knows it’s her
That one in the world
Who will fail with him
If they must
Will fail with him
If it is called for
Will fail with him
For the sake of glory