Doing a Kay (Khadija)

I disagree with this poem.
I regret more the things I didn't do, than those I did.
And that has perhaps made me who I am today.
Very lost, very confused and yet filled with energy
to Live.
I was supposed to finish my thesis last year but instead
spent time with some of the most special people I
will ever met. This is something I must remember
on my drowning days.

Life's Tragedy

It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.

To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Paul Laurence Dunbar