If this is what it boils down to,
the residue of hopes no longer
triumphant over expectation
how might one measure that?
Does one weigh it in a balance
between all that seemed unlikely
and every thought that never flew
or pour it out into the glass to say
half full, or maybe not; half empty?
We dare not say or have no view
for knowing this, that fools rush
in where angels fear to tread,
the more or less we think we know
such thoughts hang by bare thread.
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