There were wonderful times

Among other and quite different wonderful times

In my life

When I wallowed in misery

And wished the nothingness would everlast

That I would not have to get up

And go about this Sisyphean task called Life

When every step up

Was followed by two steps down

That I could finally do without her

I call it wonderful

Because I found reasons enow to abscond

From responsibility …

And that is indeed a pleasure

But always and anon

Drunk or not

Stoned or not

Life intruded

Prodding me in the ribs

There were tasks to be done

Nothing earth-shattering

Just mundane things

Like fixing a leaking tap

Or feeding my dependants

Or paying the bills

O poor me

I wanted to be the greatest lover in history

I wanted to save the world

I wanted to write famous literature ...

Failing which, I wanted to

Crawl into a hole and write weepings 

O me, I am just another human

Whom Life has amazingly accepted as a member

Like so many zillion others

In the fulness of the past

I must do my part

In the seven stages of man

Before I shuffle off the mortal coil

But not before.