I am not going to build a house.
I am not going to win a prize.
I am not going to win.
I am not going to learn to surf
or to dance or how to back a trailer
using only the mirrors.
I am not going to sing or play
the banjo; no origami or welding for me.
I am not going to learn Russian
and certainly not Chinese. I know
only three games of poker,
and I will not learn more.
I have no million dollar ideas
and I will not play Major League baseball.
I will not. I will not complete
the Pacific Crest Trail, I will not learn to paint.
I will not learn the names of stars, the names of birds,
or certain kinds of love. It is too late.
I will not run another step.
Thomas E. Caraway recently finished building a boardwalk in his front yard. It connects the sidewalk to the sidewalk, and may, from certain points of view, be considered superfluous.