* always in the jaws *
Lost in the clouds
Thoughts of winning
Ambitions oft considered
Never quite delivered
Chances spilled
Opportunities missed
Clumsy out fielder of fortune
Fate destined never to fickle my fancy
I am one hand clapping
Always a penny short and a minute late
All the sweat and hope expended
Culminating in nothing
Providence unified to defeat me
On every commercial venture
Stock raising or public float
I am the Jonah punter
Tickets shredded in shadows of finishing post
Another certainty proving
Unreliability of sport of Kings
Another lesson for this chancer
Neither luck nor knowledge is my thing
It were as if I had
An albatross in past slain.
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