(The
coming of Old Age)
O h yes, yes, I’d like
to travel more,
Like a troubadour;
A pain behind my ear.
Now let me see, where
I would like to go:
I’d like to straddle
the Tower of Pisa—
And know the feel of
the throbbing
Brandenburg Gate, in
Berlin.
I’d like to pose,
preen and sway,
Coming out of the
Potala Palace!
I’d like to admire
the background of Tibet.
And then by plane, go
see Antarctica,
And if possible,
Jordan’s Petra.
I want to see all of
this, through my
Astonished eyes;
write a poem about
Each place, then set
me down to die.
Written: 6-18-2014 (No: 4383)