Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
-Mary Oliver, “The Summer Day”
Even if you are looking up at an I.V. drip Instead of green leaves and a summer sky Your adventure is not nearly at an end Not even in this life – and the next life, wow!
Your childhood joys have never slipped away That cheesy 45 rpm that graced your first dance Has not come to the end of its groovy grooves You’ve still got the happiness, the moves
Your first job, boot camp, university Riding a big red bus ‘round Piccadilly Circus Drinking from your canteen on a mountain top Your first kiss, that evening in Rome – there’s more to come!
Your first car is still parked in the driveway Waiting to take you where you always meant to go