fall failures?

this morning i was thrilled to hear the birds 
arguin', flirtin', singin' amongst the porch vines
i was happy to have my clavicle back
and just enough french vanilla was left
for a perfect cup of coffee
out here in the swing

all this exaltation
over nothin' really
does all this deeming it so grand
mean i have lived too much?
that i have not lived enough?

the only thing that frustrates me
is the swing won't creak
you are not here
she is intimidated by the loud blue jay
and you.........by what?