In Retrospect, What Was My Worth? Poem by Lulu Belle

Should we move without precision and gallantly flounder where we may.
Are ours the lives we felt they were, are ours the eyes that blinked unsure
Are we the friends that never felt, or expressed our own hearts wealth.
Can I laugh at childish reserve and mock the infant that would not birth.
Am I the cause of unkempt admiration, or is this past a figment of deaths salutation
Do I have a life that I would recommend? Was an existence worth the daunting expiration.
Or have I missed each chance to redeem the love that I hid, that was not seen.