Regret?

My one regret

Was the puniness

Of my rebellion.

I did not set my searing star

In a place that strained to reach,

But kept my comfort;

Smiling when I should have shouted,

Wriggling out

Of the challenge set too hard.

Being a daffodil

When I should have been a tree.

Only now I know

That daffodils, too, have courage,

Bringing hope

In the time of shearing wind.

It is better to sing feebly

Than be silent altogether;

And I still can learn to shout!