Infamy

Pleased with what must never be
A day possesses infamy
For one no greater than the rest
Came to be the very best
How flitting is this still
Turned upon by sheer will
Lost into the ages now
Gone you are now take a bow.

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.