On the Condition of Man

Regret is an ugly meal
stand outside the window face pressed/looking in
what you could have done what you should have done
if only the conditions had been right.

If you'd had more
time/money/love/support/been hungry enough/been angry enough/if the planets had been aligned.

Then you would have tried.
No one could say you that you didn't.
The greatest crime is not the taking of life.
It's the standing outside of living.
It's the murder of the soul.