Life of Meyer
The Life of Meyer
I hear you have a brand new favorite place,
More favored than your favorite from before.
I know you look good fortune in the face
And, without hesitation, ask for more.
I’m different: I am constantly at war
With all my sources of dissatisfaction.
I fight hard for a higher happy score—
But circumstances don’t yield to my action.
My memory’s not subject to redaction—
And yours, I’m certain, doesn’t need to be.
Unhindered by unbearable distraction,
You progress, with a smile, infallibly,
To things far more agreeable and higher.
That’s the life not of Riley but of Meyer.