I have not done in my five years what you did in yours
Your twenty-two versus my twenty-nine
I know it does no good comparing lives
But I am such a slow, slow learner
And at times, not at all

Should I stop writing now?
I could give me life to better things
A house, a steady job, a family
Still, I am not sure if I can see myself like that yet
And I am so afraid I never will