It seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me, which is why I'm telling you about it:
Ann found this poem in one of our anthologies in college. Hearing her read it outloud made me love it. Frank O'Hara does a good job too.
If this doesn't do much for you than try listening to Don Draper reading another O'Hara poem. So, so fine. The worlds are perfect for this gloomy day.