Friday, August 2, 2013
I was too afraid,
didn’t try for Harvard,
didn’t even try to run for mayor.
It never registered you have
to put yourself in fantastic situations
to do fantastic things.
Did Hillary play it safe?
Would she have chosen State
over Cal just to save the BART fare?
And it didn’t help to have a romance
quandary in the works at all times
(I was too terrified of being alone).
My poor little fledgling self,
my poor little lion,
why didn’t you find your courage?
You might have stolen the show.
Isn’t that what it was all about for you?
Love, uncommon love?
Well, I’m sorry. For us old frady-cats
the ordinary stuff will have to do.