Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Do I dare to eat a peach?
Or nectarine of yellow and sweet?
Do I dare to strike the clouds?
Demand an answer from them aloud?
Am I a fool who cannot eager be
And thus begins so foolishly?
Or do I love that which cannot die
Philosophy of the endless why
I don’t claim to know the bounty of my worth
Or for that matter the value of the Earth
But still, I carefully long for sweets
My cheque does not suffice.
I am banked and bankrupt