Here’s To Them All

Here’s to all the books

I’ve never read

Whose titles bored me,

Or whose dialogue they said

Was dull or worse.

And here’s to all the things

I will not do before I’m dead,

To all the things that scare me

Or fill me with some kind

Of dread foreboding.

And let us not forget

The women who I will not fuck,

Whose chap-sticked lips

Will never wander down my neck

Whose fingers will not run amok.

Here’s to them all,

To the lives I’ll never live,

To the smiles I’ll never give

To strangers on the underground

Or worthy children bearing gifts.

Of all these sins absolve me

When I am dead

But most of all

Forgive me for the books I have not read.

19 thoughts on “Here’s To Them All

  1. Thanks for following my humble blog.
    I clicked on Rhododendrons and was pulled into your story from the start. This poem is also good. I also have many books to read but won’t get to them in my lifetime too.

  2. You’re definitely forgiven for all the books you have not read. But don’t throw them away just yet. As you age, you may find that you will pick something up and read it for the first time at a different point in your life! Thanks for following Oh, the Places We See. We’re finding as we age that places we thought we really didn’t want to see are now on our bucket list! Best wishes for much success in 2018.

  3. Thanks for stopping by and following my blog. I love your poetry – sort of free-wheeling with some amazing word associations.
    I hate to say this, but I have many, many years on you – my mantra is just let the worries go, everything works out. Not always the way you might want it, but life is just made for surprises! Stop by any time. There will be a shout out to your blog soon in a post!

    1. Thank you Noelle, I think you’re right, everything works out in the end. I need to believe that! I look forward to reading your blog. Jonny

  4. Couldn’t help hearing Willie Nelson’s “To all the girls I’ve loved before” as I read this. The feeling, bittersweet backdrop of that melody played well with this poem (for me). So much to experience, and time is finite, and your poem captures that sense of having to accept that fact…eventually, one way or another.

    1. Thanks for your comment Stacey. We certainly do have a finite time here, I’ll try and get as much done as I can:)

  5. There are many wonderful books out there, that in the course of our lifetime we may not be able to read them all but trying our best to read as many as we can, shall make us a little happier.

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