I have distracted rodents from their cheese,
Lured seasoned sirens with my melodies,
And brought some handsome statues to their knees.
I could not beguile you.

Having faced your shoulder, back and heel,
Borne the treadmarks of your fortune’s wheel,
Felt your indifference to what I feel,
My heart would not revile you.

I’ve shelved all my abiding passion, stashed
My childish cares and organized my past:
Real property, junk bonds, trusts amassed.
—I don’t know where to file you.