After looking this blog of mine over and noting the activity it has received over the past five days since I’ve started it, I’ve noticed that I’ve got a handful of readers who have shown particular interest in what I had posted just yesterday in regards to my poetry anthology The Sun Shan’t Set on Me! Poems from My Younger Days (Ages 16 to 23) and the three sample poems I’ve included from it in that very post. To each of you who have shown interest, I’d just like to say thank you, and if you haven’t already, please check out the full anthology at Smashwords.com. I truly appreciate the support.
In the meantime, because people have shown interest in my poetry, I find myself reminded of something I had said in my very first post—something about how my readers shouldn’t be surprised if they came across one of my more recent poems on this blog and how I was even contemplating a “Poem of the Week” segment here, permitting that I learned to balance my writing schedule between my novels and my poetry. Well, the least I can do for you all is give that segment a shot this week, and if things go well, this very segment may very well indeed turn into the weekly thing I want it to be. After all, there’s no use in me talking about something if I don’t have the guts to at least try it out and see where it goes.
Therefore, without further ado, here’s a little something I managed to whip up recently to prove to myself that even after all these years, I still have it in me as a poet. This particular work isn’t in my anthology, unfortunately, but hey—if I manage to crank out more poems just like it, then who knows? Maybe one day a second anthology might surface on my author page over at Smashwords.com. Until then, sit back and enjoy my latest composition.
April 10, 2012
No matter how hard I try to let go,
No matter how hard I try to move on,
I keep thinking about what went on in my past
And about everything that I’ve done wrong,
How I held myself back from being the best
At whatever I loved and all else I did
And from achieving all that I should have
Ever since I was a dopey little kid.
Why didn’t I plan things out better than I had?
Why didn’t I take chances when I needed to?
Why was I so scatterbrained when it came to
My future and what with it I wanted to do?
Why did I let so many people push me ‘round?
Why did I let so much get under my skin?
Why did I make so many decisions that
Have put me in the rut I am now in?
What if I could do it all over again?
What kind of changes would I make to ensure
A better fate for my family and me,
To make a name for myself that’s less obscure?
Would I be stronger? Would I be smarter?
Would I be swifter? Would I be bolder?
Would I actually earn everything
I still want nowadays once I got older?
How much better off would I be now if
I only took different turns and twists
Along the road of life up to the present day?
Surely things would be much better than this
Mess of emotions I’m dealing with right now—
This self-loathing I deal with everyday.
If only I was much quicker on the draw,
I wouldn’t have such a high price to pay,
But still, I sit here by myself wondering
“What if?” this and “What if?” that, day in, day out,
For in the end, I’ve finally realized
Just what life is actually all about.
So do yourselves a favor, one and all,
And make each moment of your own lives last.
Please don’t learn the hard way as I’ve done, else you
Will also be stuck wallowing in the past.
Well, folks, that’s it for today. Please tune in next time as I talk about my third book that I have recently published via Smashwords.com, Best of Luck, Jeff Babbage!—a tale of contemporary fiction about a literary agent who learns the hard way about becoming an author after getting fired from the agency where he has worked for three years. I’ll talk to you all then, everybody!
Dustin M. Weber