I hope I’ll never cease from marveling,
At all the wonders of the universe
That give me reasons every day to sing,
Composing poems like this—I could do worse.
Although I’ll do much better if I write
About another topic than my writing,
For navel-gazing fails to bring delight
Deserving only critics who are biting.
It’s time now to walk out into the world
And marvel at its sights and sounds and smells
That as I traipse are blissfully unfurled,
Attending to each object that compels,
And this our dogs will quickly have me do,
Since they have their own pleasures to pursue.