Unfinished Valentine

There was a time back then

When I could have read

The whole Bible end to end

When I could have covered

All the 16th century sonnets

Or at least in the original Greek

Recite a Sappho fragment

Or a strophe of the Odyssey

Instead I took the survey course

Of life and dabbled at the feast 

Not really finishing anything

Craving only some of everything

And everything of some