Someday

I was going to write a poem
The other day
About all the adventures I intend
To include in my future biography

"Someday, I will climb that mountain,"
It was going to say
"Someday, I will learn to paint,
Will go back to college
Will make my father proud of me"

I was going to write it as a rebuke
To those who whittle away their hours
Making status updates, playing internet games
Or arguing about minutia

As I set my fingers upon the keyboard
My lady-love tapped my shoulder
And beckoned me into the embrace
of her bordello-shaded bedroom

I came over
and over and under
And after we were finished
I lay there and wondered

If I would ever write that ode
Or if I could ever capture in ink
The serenity she fills me with
Despite all I will never be