Close doesn’t cut it
for a swing and a miss
a near hit can’t
bring the runner home
Close doesn’t count
t’ward an orange flagged fall
a slipped push kick never
nets the ball, missed point
Just out of bounds, nearly there
it’s not – kind of like a heart attack
without the big ol’ clot
A close call, one number off
never got the message ‘cross
A close shave, still breathing now,
never put me in the grave
They say, close only matters in
horseshoes and hand grenades
guess that’s why it’s easier today
to be okay with how it’s shaken out
now I see, certainly in matters of
the heart, close really
doesn’t count
The Halfwit Writer 