Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having,
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
Had I tried and failed,
That would scarcely concern me,
Yet, I squandered my resources
Time and time again,
And failed so unnecessarily,
That is what so torments me.
I only wish I could contemplate
More than a mere handful
Of past achievements with pride
And satisfaction,
But even this paltry compensation,
Remains stubbornly beyond me.
Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
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Hi Teddy...
That is impressive! The two things I missed out on, and when I say missed out on, well I should say, repeatedly snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, and I came close on both counts, time and again, are success as an actor, and success as a singer. It can really eat at me but not always, but not always, the feelings come and go. Space lady? Wow, I wanted to be an astronaut as a 12 year old, but that passed. Carl.
I hope so...
Absolutely, Teddy, never lose hope of your passion, or dream. Acting and singing are hard yes, i came so close, and was in the right place at the right time repeatedly, but somehow managed to talk my way out of it every time. I know what you mean about celebrity culture, terrible...I do try and avoid it. Bye for now. Carl.
Carl
Your poem is filled with self degradation which shouldn't be so. after all hind sight is twenty twenty and we all have our regrets as to should have , could have didn't
Hi C Lynn...great to hear from you again...
It is yes, it was composed during a periodic 'low', and I can be very down on myself during these periods and almost wallow in it, but they do lessen in severity after a time. And we do all have our regrets of course, some worse than others. Carl.