A Million Minutia


I thought, if defeat came at all,
It would be in a big, bold
Definite joust
With a cause or a name.
And it came.

I had not thought the daily skirmish
With a few details, worthwhile;
And so I turned my back upon them
Year on year; until one day
A million minutia blanketed together
Rose up and overwhelmed me.
-- Author Unknown

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