On the verge of raising this white flag
Impatient for another time lag
For the Clock who always stood still
Never can, never will.

Heart filled with broken dreams
End of the tunnel further than it seems
The Trophy of "Almost but not Quite"
Given again for this sorry plight.

Is it my fault? Am I one to blame?
Adding this fate to my Hall of Shame?
With which, the gift of an anticipated Aye
Turned out to be a surprising Sigh.

Hence this Tale of Close, but no Cigar
Assumed to be the worst life-chapter so far!
Putting out this one last Straw,
And a little string of distorted Faith,
Frantically longing this luckless phase
In His time, Shall be worth the wait.

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