Science Fiction

What I coulda done, but didn’t
I think of that from time to time
The things are many, infinite
And even though so absent, mine
They could have been
Better than they ever would have been
And then I’d be thinking this
‘cept my frown would be a grin
Should I exchange these other earths
With my partners from another universe
Then maybe we’d find our new worlds suited
More likely we’d be disappointed
Still in my mind the others thrive
Turkey every day, with all the fixins
Their happiness, and their stamina
Doubtless science fiction