A Long Book of Short Poems

Regret

I wish that,

When I was young,

I had but read one poem.

One that could have marked me,

Left its impression on me,

And changed my life forever.

Perhaps I would have lived,

A more full and truthful life,

Based on the words that had moved me then.

As it is,

I grasp at straws to believe I'm living.

I seek grandiose roles to play,

And make-believe that is who I am.

But then again,

Maybe it's not too late?

Maybe there's still time?

Time to change.

Maybe?