Had I known, only known
when I lived so near,
I'd have gone, gladly gone
foregoing my fear
of the wholly grown
and the nearly great.
But I learned alone,
so I learned too late.
[Timothy Murphy {1951-2018} 'Mentor', from The Formalist, A Journal of Metrical Poetry, Volume 12, Issue 1, 2001]
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