When I look back I find no cause to cry,
For parts not won, chances to dance passed by.
Ambitions unfufilled, the boards not trod,
Castles in the Air - not built - no nearer God!
Seas never sailed and mountains left unclimbed,
Books never written - verses left unrhymed.
Experiments - untested and untried,
The vines and pines I planted - all have died.
My cello silent now, its strings unbowed,
My library to my Old School bestowed,
My lands divided to my progeny,
My horses sold - to old to race for me.
When I look back I find no cause to cry,
I am fullfilled - adieu - but not good-bye!
John Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-cry-for-me-ballerina/
