In the morning as I brushed my teeth I vowed to mark the day by valiant ways: To rescue orphans, open up a shop, Write that novel, win that maiden’s heart, Climb that hill, convince a bitter friend Of God’s wide mercy, till the soil, plant The choicest vegetables, grill meat Upon an open flame. In short, Engage in derring-do, And leave upon the earth a healthy brand. Instead I shuffled off toward my job
Vile split of self from same, Extinguishing of vital flame; Halfway there is merely maim. In factories and bathroom stalls, Farmer’s fields and city halls, This interloper all men calls.