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Results

Results: No Matter How

by Mary Shay

Papers filled with leaded soil
Structured sensations of foil
Hopeless dreams create their toil
No matter how hard you drill, you don’t always find oil.
 
What seemed like fertile ground
Bore few flowers and nothing found
While in the cage, others walked  ’round
No matter how long you thrill, you won’t always bound.
 
A time, a place
The catch ends the chase
Volatile moments
At diminishing pace.
 
Now, in the end, it has slowed to a stop
Right when you thought you could see the top
Higher powers gave you the chop
No matter how much the bill, you will always drop
 
Before you go below the ground,
Make sure your soul search is abound
And that your family is safe and sound,
No matter how high the hill, it always goes down.