A poem that never got posted too. Written this year...

Again...

The wind has once more blown a hole through my web.
It is not as if I have not laboured tirelessly to fully establish a sturdy web.
I try, learn from failure, yet this wind continues to wreck my aspiration.
How shall I climb out of such a recess of pessimism?
The humility to accept what I cannot change.
The wisdom to change what I can, is what I need.

But despite the incelement, cruel weather,
Shall I not be found blessed
With a lovely partner
With me.
Be with me.
I am proud of you.

Uncle T