I wanted to be a flâneur
But now think dilettante
Better suits my purpose
I wanted to be elsewhere
Though now prefer
To stay where I am
If experience is what they say experience is
Have I not already, in my sixty-eighth year
Had more than my fair share
If love, and truth, and beauty
Not forgetting soul, yes soul and spirit
If they are still in the need of finding
Should I not buy a bucket
Or an aeroplane ticket
And get on with it
