The big pile of CDs waits to be heard
They’re balanced on some books that I’ve not read
There are plenty more books in the cupboard
About the places I’ve not visited.
But I’ve listened, read, travelled. In my head,
It seems, there are whole universities,
Though access may be rather restricted
To some of the courses (those memories
That have faded). No need for rusty keys
To dusty doorways. Enough has occurred
That can be recalled if I am tested.
Nevertheless, it’s too much fun to squeeze
More information in there, great to hoard,
Like Swiss banks with gold, bakeries with bread.
Sun 16 Mar 2008
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