#17 Never Went Inside
I am dead, at the end of a poor but full life.
My regret is the university building on University Drive. Those steps flanked by trimmed hedges and topped with glass.
I walked by every day before I swam in meat, grease, potatoes.
The building was a chance, a change, but more than doors separated us.
It ain’t easy. Not when you’re poor and afraid.
I never went inside.