I'm an opener, not a finisher, this has been etched on my mind,
I struggle in the middle overs, please be patient, and a little kind.
I usually start off with a flourish, but seldom I manage to end in style,
Sometimes I hit a century, but match winner is not in my profile.
I can make an entrance with a splash, and depart with a sheepish grin,
I can start a song on a high note, and as the chorus starts, get lost in the din.
Why to finish is so important, is a question I have often asked myself,
Isn't it OK to start a million threads, and leave them hanging by the shelf?
You may say that I lack discipline, you may say that I lack grit,
I am a person on whose fate, starting many things is writ.
When someone plants a seed, one hardly thinks of fruits,
I take pleasure in that starting, and nurturing solid roots.
Isn't it enough that I take initiative, must I always be closing too?
Maybe you'll end this sonnet for me, maybe you'll say I love ___ ?
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