Can I even try?
Should I?
Plato in his Republic calls
and asks me to see
what I have missed.
The things I should have done.
The games I won, undone.
Then the day ends. Night.
I am full of fright,
fright that someone will find
this poem and force others
to know its worth.
Is there meaning? No.
Go watch a TV show.
Ah, the Poetics.