A Dim and Distant Third

Beyond the point of failure
The truth can now be heard
To you I was only ever
A dim and distant third

What little time we had
Endangered all the rest
We should have left it be before
We scuppered what was left

I doubt you'll have the heart to miss
A fool of so few words
Friends could always make amends
For your dim and distant third

©Stephen Baker 2003
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