Some One Else

IVE my life over? I would rather not.Though I could choose, perhaps, a fairer lot,I cannot hope I should be worthier it,Or wiser by experience any whit.Being what I am, I should but do once moreThe things that brought me grief and shame before.But I should really fancy trying againFor some one else who had lived once in vain:Somehow another's erring life allures;And were I you, I might improve on yours.