His Wants, His Needs

A Poem by Victor Lembrey



He was getting that itch.
You know it, right?
That "change your life" itch.

He was imagining living someplace different.
Changing careers.
Reinventing himself.

He was feeling that "purpose" itch.
He wants his life to have purpose.
He wants to be remembered when he's dead.

But what a silly goal - the dead thing.
What's it mean, really?
Who cares?

Still, he wants it.
And he wants more leisure time.
And a free new car.