I wanted to fly and be a fighter pilot
From my youngest age
Shooting enemy Soviet planes down
Before they could nuke us
The sky called to me
A lofty cavern of air and clouds
But my dream was just a dream
For when I was 14 my eyesight went bad
I couldn't see the blackboard
And had to copy my mates work
I had an eye test and it was true
My eyesight had got worse
I was short sighted and had to wear glasses
They said my eyes would be fine in 6 months
It was the biggest lie I was told till then
My eyes got worse each year
So there was no chance of being a pilot
Added to average grades
And my discipline issue
I never joined the Royal Air Force
Even though I was a cadet for years
And visited active Air Force bases
And spent the day as an armourer
Putting bombs on a Tornado bomber
If only I'd have joined up
And been an armourer
My only life regret
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.