"It Might Have Been"

We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
He only might who is.

We will do what we could do. Do not dream
Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned to grieve.
I hold, all men are greatly what they seem;
He does, who could achieve.

We will climb where we could climb. Tell me not
Of adverse storms that kept thee from the height.
What eagle ever missed the peak he sought?
He always climbs who might.

I do not like the phrase "It might have been!"
It lacks force, and life's best truths perverts:
For I believe we have, and reach, and win,
Whatever our deserts.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Comments (4)

The more I read your poems, the more I wish I could go to a book store and buy a big thick poetry book by Anita Atina
Anita, you evoke our senses and make us think with this very intelligent poem from your skillful hand. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
a nice one, evoking the senses in a very different manner
We all live, sensitive in varying degrees, to pleasure and pain What if you found, the balance thrown askew Your sensitivity to pleasure and pain grown manifold And you're living a sensory overdrive The sense of pleasure is extreme So is the sense of pain Very powerful writing Anita, , I understand this concept, perhaps only too well Love duncan X