Those who recount to us
their life stories and
speak of their journey
into adulthood, at the
beginning of which, they
had a burning passion for
poetry, but upon deeming
themselves to be bad poets,
put down the pen and took
up careers in brain-
surgery, I.T., academia,
and so forth, are the very
type whom, on days such
as these, when my head
hurts, and I look out at
the teeming rain with this
empty feeling of having
wasted the whole afternoon,
I can’t help but envy.
~
GD Bates 