Pride-And-Ego-Down

I could have been a priest Or an intrepid astronaut maybe

A president or a statesman at least A poet could easily have been me

A gifted athlete, or a shipmaster with a crew

What a proficient doctor I would’ve been

A damn good musician or a scientist too

Who knows, an archaeologist or something

I’ve ended up being a mediocre man

Thousands of clients and their endless needs

As ordinary as a real estate broker and

Busy rusting with useless deeds

Still can’t figure it out. How? Why?

Don’t know how to respond either

Not much time left. Dad? Ma?

Or anybody else for that matter?