[I’ve rarely seen a poem that describes me better than this one, posted today on the alumni list from my first company. Too many irons, not enough fires.]

Daylight Dreamer
Shel Silverstein

Here’s the half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December
Here’s the first three pages of my novel bout I don’t really remember
Here’s my Martin guitar that I never quite learned how to play
That’s the daylight dreamer wishful thinker’s way

I had a Harley bike but I traded it off to a feller
For the Astroglass boat that’s still sittin’ down in my cellar
I bought a tape recorder and found I had nothin’ to say
That’s the daylight dreamer wishful thinker’s way

I got an exercise machine, man, I’d be glad to let you try it
This, well, it’s a Leika Camera, maybe you’d like to buy it
I can get you a real good deal
I just need enough money to buy myself some modeling clay
Yeah, that’s the daylight dreamer wishful thinker’s way

On the day that I die they’ll be talking about the dearly departed
And they’ll say he never ever finished nothin’ that he started
But I started this song man I’m gonna finish it today
Yeah that’s the daylight dreamer

(How was it…daylight…oh wish…wishful…think…what were it…
I forgot, I forgot the words
Listen… anyway… why don’t we just take a break and finish it later, you know
‘Cause I could sure use a sandwich
I wanna get myself a BLT or something
And listen… right near the restaurant there’s a great old bookstore.
Right near the restaurant
They got all these great old books… great old comic books… they got Batman)