Almost is not good enough
A miss is as good as a mile,
Don’t ever be mistaken
A frown will never be a smile.
“Almost!” we so often hear
And so often we will repeat,
There is no thrill of victory
Just the agony of defeat.
Second place is a loser
Just like third or even last,
However near you have come
There is still one to get past.
Victory was still elusive
And no gold medal to show,
Though second in the race
Honours to the winner goes.
Almost is not good enough
A miss is as good as a mile
In the list of the top honours
You will not be in that file.
With just a little more effort
I would have been the first
But the reality of the matter
“Almost” is like a curse.
Like the West Indies team
Almost means they are close
But at the end of the match
Nothing of which to boast.
It is as near as they come
To winning a cricket game,
Almost means not beaten badly,
It is no winning refrain.
Perhaps you might have heard
Of the boy who lost a quarter
“I almost found it,” he had said,
I couldn’t contain the laughter.
A valiant effort was put in,
They almost saved his life
But almost brought no consolation
When they told it to his wife.
No stone was left unturned
To his rescue many had come,
Almost they had pulled it off
But his life on earth was done.
From racing to losing money,
From cricket to a life lost
But the final episode I will share
Speaks to an eternal loss.
Almost will be a cry of anguish
Like none ever heard before,
“Another chance please, I beg,
Tell it to me once more.”
To what am I referring?
It is important that you know
Lest at the end of this poem
You say nobody told you so.
King Agrippa was one
Paul had witnessed to him,
“Almost, thou persuadest me,”
He replied, regarding his sin.
A rich man was another
To Jesus he came one day,
Almost saved but he walked away
His wealth o’er him held sway.
You who are reading this
“Almost” need not be your cry,
It certainly will be I assure you
If Jesus you continue to deny.
A day of reckoning is coming
Whether you believe it or not,
Let it not be “Almost”
That will be a horrendous shock.
Stewart Russell © August 2019
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