They always carp about the unseized day,
The chances never taken, ever lost.
“You only live the once,” is what they say,
“So worry not of debt and price and cost!”
“Adventure seek! Experience the thrill!
Put bungee, scuba, snowboard in your bucket!”
The list goes on, “Make love on beaches till
You’re sated, then…” and here I cry out ‘Fuck it!’
Enough! I plead, stop piling on the pressure,
Those lives are lies, impossible to live.
The thrills I’ve had were small by any measure,
Yet gave me all the pleasure they could give.
I let most days be humdrum and unseized;
The contrast, when I seize one, is what pleases.