Daily Poem: Another Day ~ Martin Miller
Another Day
~ Martin Miller
How mad I must have been
When I look back now
On all the reasons why
It never happened somehow
The excuses I made with
A self-constructed lie
The boldness that I lacked
That made others gently cry
You have vision
You have time
Why? You have the flair
There’s no success like failure
They flippantly cry.
But never do themselves try
Everyone’s a winner.
I’ve been heard to say
But boldness never came my way
It’s so damn easy just to say
Another day
Another day.
My notes: What strikes me hard about this poem is that Martin Miller was no slouch at trying new things. He had a successful career as an antiques dealer, then went on to establish a gin distillery, a small group of hotels (the place in London was fabulous, and sadly is no more), and an arts and culture academy in London. He was also an investor in several side businesses, as well as self-publishing a novel (an entertaining, if uneven read) and the book of poetry in which this poem appears. He had some major financial swings (divorce is expensive, among other factors) but he recovered each time. And yet, he somehow felt “boldness never came my way”.
Drawing Room, Miller’s Residence, London, UK
