The Smile Of A Politician Is Strong

At Retirement, Switching From "i Must" To "i Want" Leaves Me Puzzled And Uneasy.

My Neglected Duties Crowd Around Me In My Dreams, Murmuring.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.

Perhaps Fortunately, No One Has Ever Found Out What It Would Be Like To Have All His Wishes Fulfilled.

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.