Without Wings

If I had studied more in school

I would have more answers than questions.

But I didn’t

So I don’t.

I flittered my days away

With little regard for learning.

I don’t know why

But I did.

 

I would like to think it not my fault

My life resigned to the role of minion.

Too much chalk dust

Too much lead paint

Too much asbestos

Too many beatings

Whatever the reason,

The friendly skies of knowledge remained aloft.

 

Now I am grown and life has moved on.

I punch a clock

I grind an anvil

I serve my time.

I have a regiment of should haves

And could haves and would haves

But they too have grown tired.

I wish I had paid more attention in school.

 

© 2007, Tim (P) Prendeville

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