Let’s say I’m nearing death and soon:
What then am I most likely to regret?
I think it might be all these projects strewn
About this room, whose deadlines are unmet—
My aims and aspirations incomplete,
My hopes and promises still unfulfilled
Now bound for ignominious defeat
My chalice of vitality being spilled.
And yet, for all I know, this is not so,
And I’ve still time and opportunity
To carry out my missions and to grow
Accomplished, leaving as a legacy
Whatever fruits of genius I can fashion
Expressing both intelligence and passion.