Future --Rewrite of Charlotte Bronte's "Regret"

Not long ago I wished to leave

“The house where I was born”

Not long ago I used to believe

That this town should be scorned

In other years closed stores

Led to nothing to do with friends

Now going home each night, feels like a chore

And I don’t want these memories to end

 

Youth and high school I have known

Things once deemed so trivial

Now, how clearly seen

All of the simple principles

‘Mid the impossible decision

I no choice have found

At last through all its revision

I would rather go abound

 

I will bid farewell comfort and expected

I will bid farewell the usual

Heading to the selected

This fine institutional

Yet, though I had carefully picked

That complex, distant plan

One loved voice, could contradict

And call me back again

 

 

Though the predicament’s deadline nears

And application month comes to an end

With my choice I have nothing to fear

I can clearly defend

Storm nor surge should alter

My mind made up to be

I know I will not falter

This certain of degree