Fragment Poem by T. M. Moore

   ...a world perfect at last.
                              Milosz

Because I'm such a disappointment to
myself and those I love and seek to serve,
because I lack the skill, panache, and verve
to do the things I really want to do - 
because the world conspires with all my faults
and foibles to defeat my fondest dreams
and bring to naught my best laid plans and schemes -
because each project left undone assaults
my sense of who I am and what I will 
amount to or accomplish in the end,
because no matter how much time I spend
on this or that, it never fills the bill -
  because of this and doubtless things far worse,
  I seek a world made perfect - fool! - in verse.