Why Poetry? Poem by Eric Bult

Of every day I have full governance,
No feverish demands for my regard attend,
My purse contains enough for me to dance
A jolly measure to the very end.
This welcome situation should provide
Full range for all components now required
For travelling the world, yet still inside
A budget very carefully prepared.
But callous fate determined cause for heed,
And I must now remain always within
Close range of sterile things I always need,
But never portable: a fix I'm in.

This situation probably revealed
My choice of writing in retirement's yield.