If only in the little sphere I own;
But I, alas, had not the constitution
To turn the world around. Now I am grown
Sadder than I was, and wiser too
(Although it may be only cynicism)
And must believe whatever I may do
Will be beat down by constant criticism.
That should not matter, but I find it does
And in that finding disappoint myself.
The person that I once hoped that I was
Would not put dreams away high on the shelf
But wear them everyday. I should return
To doing so, but fear what I would learn.
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