Suppose a mysterious voice
asked what’s the one thing
which remains undone
that you would risk all
for a chance to accomplish
before you kick the bucket list?
Become a madcap millionaire?
Travel the world without a care?
Write a novel the world esteems?
Meet the fantasy lover of your dreams?
Be chosen by God to know Him distilled of myth?
Don the crown of Richard IV, hence Richard the Fifth?
Frankel and friends, forget it.
Consider yourself fortunate if you
come across a poem which imagines
the experiences you were open to
when you left to visit the musings
of a muse with a bucket but no list.