I am a wannabe
A shoulda, woulda, coulda
Bin
Neverbin
Can I be?
Can I see?
To be
What I shoulda, woulda, coulda
Bin
Perhaps
When the dawn arrives and one
Decides
To redirect one’s silent
Cries
To cast aside one’s wretched
Lies
‘Tis then and only then when
Sighs
Are heard by that which rules on
High
And then I’ll be
A shoulda, woulda, coulda
Bin
Everbin
Always bin
I can
Be
I have always bin
Just never
Now
Albert E. Neumann
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wannabe/
