You can't remember where Your buried treasures lie; It's been years Since you turned the earth, Measured the wealth, Stored it for days of leisure. You lost the life mapped With the X. Why? Did you mark the spot with G, Or did you sell the plunder? Remember, you're no younger. All your troves, Blue ribbons and bows, The buttons, the pins, Your souveniers and sins Have left you bankrupt. I'm not a parrot keeper, Can't curl my lip like Elvis; Or sail into bays To recover lost treasures.