Try, Try Again

One cold long journey day by day 

Across the sky with streaks of gray

I take my ax and walk with pride

Now maybe this could be the time 

To strike gold!

The day is cold and lasts forever 

In the darkness I keep my weather

And with smelly hands the shades appear

A picturesque memory adheres

But it’s not perfect!

I go back to the darkened den

Must be perfect so I try again

The blank canvas fills once more

Then out the door this is your

perfect