'One last try'

They say, "I never cry",

but I often ask, "should I?"

Is there a desire to suffice,

before I grab my one last try.

Have I found my life's calling,

or fallen to the sitch's demanding?

With dubiety always mounting,

like in a whirlpool's surrounding.

There is a need for emotions to flow,

Time for the fresh winds to blow,

Some expectations will be gutted,

Acceptance might be slow.

There is always hope,

Or so I feel whenever I glope. 

Yet I ask myself a reason to cry,

When I still have my one last try.