I want to do everything in the world;
I want to sit front row at the Ringling Brother’s circus,
and watch Secretariat win not one, but all three
stages of the Triple Crown.
I want to march in the Free Speech protests of ’64,
and be right there On the Road
with Kerouac.
I want to hear Louis on his trumpet,
and tap my feet to the beat of its screech.
But can one ever
do everything?
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