Where am I now, that I should be satisfied?
Because I am not so, I remain discontent,
And hesitate to press on, my future uncertain, and I still mystified
At my many years wasted; it’s experiences I lament.
I, yet to have truly accomplished anything of value,
Nor having obtained any real sense of achievement,
Remain, somehow, still believing there is something whereto
I may find a purpose to proceed; or at least a serviceable talent.
1 comment:
Are you in Dr.Urban's Milton class? How do you know Milton? If you're reading him, I hope you're being more diligent than I was. Your own poem was pretty sweet too--your creativity and intelligence on display! Keep well, little bro? :)
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