Our lives are limited to what we’ve known.
We strive, we reach, but always: we are bound —
So who am I, at last, to to lecture you?
I’m just another stake here
In the ground
My life is glamorous.
I’ve never seen the Taj Mahal,
Or spied the Eiffel Tower;
I’ve never seen the Great (big) Wall
Or a Kensington flower.
I’ve missed so many a famous sight
In strange exotic foreign climes;
And yet I’ve seen this stupid nightlight
Twenty million billion times
A pizza of his own.
A friend of my son’s
Still remembers this house
Because I ordered them pizza
When he spent the night here
And I ordered him one of his own
He’d never had a pizza of his own before
And hasn’t had many, since
He’s grown up now
But that is still
Of real wealth
And it kind of makes me ashamed
Of some of the things
I’ve attached importance to