What Might Have Been
unpublished

All the things that I was I am no more.

I am lost to all I held dear,

I am lost to time.

I am held prisoner by a past of my own creation.

Forever more will I stand

In the shadow of life.

If I could only be me one more time

Maybe might have been,

would have been.

The road not taken always looks better than the one took,

The path not tread goes further

And the going there better.

We begin life without predestined future only hope.

We end life without foretold truth,

We parish by destiny’s twists.

So brothers raise your glasses full and toast me well.

Without shame I am off to my just end,

All along the way wondering what might have been.