Well, I Never

This piece could be, I suppose, a kind of "bucket list", but it's not about regretting all the things I wanted to do in my life and didn't, but, rather, it's about being okay with finally knowing that there just simply isn't/wasn't enough time to do it all. And also, I tend to get a little whimsical from time to time. Well... I never played tug-of-war with an elephant Or kick boxed a kangaroo; I never arm-wrestled a crocodile Or won the lottery or built an igloo. I never went searching for buried treasure Or gold at the rainbow's end; I never discovered the fountain of youth Or had a circus clown for a friend. I never ran with the bulls in Pamplona Or croqueted on the lawn of the Taj Mahal; I never drank wine from a young lady's slipper Or made love 'neath a waterfall. I've never zip-lined from the top of Mt. Everest Or hitchhiked from Nome to Peru, Or had a long erudite conversation About how to decide when to use "whom" or "who". I never played Hamlet, or danced in "Swan Lake", Or sang opera with Callas or Sills; I never wrote the great American novel, And I think, alas, never will. I never jousted a unicorn Or read the dictionary from A to Z; I've not romped in the rain on a plain down in Spain Or grown a moustache, a beard, or goatee. I never made money from stocks bought on Wall Street, I just never could get the knack; I never walked a tightrope across Royal Gorge Or swam from Miami to Cuba and back. I never fought dragons or tilted with giants Or found a cure for the common cold, And I've never been able to quite figure out Just why it is we grow old. Most of my list is pure fancy, of course, If I don't do them, I won't feel frustrated. I can honestly say I've enjoyed growing up, But in my estimation, growing old's overrated.