With What Unspeakable Anguish

Oh! With what unspeakable anguish Do I regret the vocation I came so close And so oft to having The sweet acclamation That might have been mine. Had I tried and failed, That would scarcely concern me, Yet, I squandered my resources Time and time again, And failed so unnecessarily, That is what so torments me. I only wish I could contemplate More than a mere handful Of past achievements with pride And satisfaction, But even this paltry compensation, Remains stubbornly beyond me. Oh! With what unspeakable anguish Do I regret the vocation I came so close And so oft to having The sweet acclamation That might have been mine.