I’m depressed to only now have discovered

This great poet
Imagine if I’d discovered her earlier, I’d be rich
Oh! the poems I would not have written, inspired
By reading her
Had I read her earlier, I would’ve thought this
Is it—and the desire to write
Would drain from my body
In service of us all
And I would move on
To making money
To acting, maybe
Or farming
Or simply to being of use in some other
Less painful way