If only I could wend my way
Through time by frogleaping day to day,
Reordering dates like solitaire cards,
Stacking up highlights while tossing the shards.
My luncheon with Lady MacBeth I'd advance
By a fortnight, whereas that madman-dance,
The corporate ball, I'd delay and delay
Till Death comes to color me blue as a jay.
Vacations I'd schedule back to tanned back,
With heydays so frequent, I'd lose all track
Of birthdays and anniversary revels—
Ho-hummery gets banished to sub-basement levels.
My plate would be full, so full that I'm certain
There'd be no chance to close the curtain
On sunny expanses and spells at the beach—
Unlimited fun evermore within reach!
But let's face it: by packing one's thrills side by side
Till there's nary a gap, I'd invite a bad ride,
A slam-bangy trip, a hard fall on thin ice,
And a long convalescence with a nurse but no vice.
Reply With Quote
