Fifth Grade Journal Friday-Sam, the Almost Pulitzer Prize Winning Poet

Today's post pains me. I look back at what could have been, and I feel nothing but regret. Back in the early 90's, I was obviously an extremely gifted poet, but I gave it up. And for what? I think about all the words the were never written, all rhymes that were never chimed, all the stories that were never told. It's too much to bare. Below, you will see one of the very few poems I have ever written. Take a moment to reflect, for it will move you deeply (At the top of the page, you will find a poem about a teddy bear, which I foolishly crossed out and never finished. More regret!):