What I Didn’t Do
Perhaps I am too didactic
Too caught up in myself
Merely sitting on a cold shelf
When did this happen to me?
I feel as if I'm in a gilded cage
Please, bring me the keys...
For I have forgotten the rage
That came with youth
And the determination to change
The world... but there was no proof
That my inner anger could range
Far enough to make a difference.
Perhaps, I gave up too soon
Perhaps, I didn't immerse my mind
In more intellectual endeavors
To shape rage, not into incarceration,
But into a better future for mankind.
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Regret about what I should have learned and done.