Here's a poem I wrote a few years back during a period of longing. Let's just say I no longer am.
I think about it every day.
It's supposed to be an amazing experience.
I'm twenty-eight, and I still haven't done it.
Everyone I know already has.
Some say it's not as good
as people make it out to be.
But I don't care.
I just want to know for myself.
I really must get to Nando's.