What have I been drinking tonight
Port Tawny aged in oak casks, hours
outside, philosophizing about life,
now it’s too late to start reading
about the Eternal Validity of the
Soul, too late to start translating
that new document – I thought I
could be Yang, trying for excellence
but life will have none of it – either
I’m sour and bitter and dedicated,
and boring to death, or I’m happy
and smiling and relaxed, enjoying
Port with you – I have given up on
excellence preferring joie de vivre,
you and the kids, I’ll never reach the
levels of excellence I’ve been
dreaming about - but we shall have
memories of such very good times…

Margaret Alice

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-very-good-times-5-14-2008/