Would I move mountains
if I could,
build empires
on the rock on which I stood
defy the pull of gravity
as men of iron - heros - would?
Not I.
Not this weak man,
bereft of strength
enough to say I can
and having said so
complete what I began.
Is that my curse?
To know that once
I could;
to know that once
I would;
to know that once
I should have been
like any man
who says I can
and acts as his words mean.
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