This poem by Philip Larkin always resonated with me, in terms of my own academic research and my baseball blogging. It deals with the feeling that other people are out living and doing amazing things, while you are trying capture something lost to time or lost in detail... Although, that's mostly my reading, since admittedly, I don't understand or know many of these allusions.
Sympathy in White Major
When I drop four cubes of ice
Chimingly in a glass, and add
Three goes of gin, a lemon slice,
And let a ten-ounce tonic void
In foaming gulps until it smothers
Everything else up to the edge,
I lift the lot in private pledge:
He devoted his life to others.
While other people wore like clothes
The human beings in their days
I set myself to bring to those
Who thought I could the lost displays;
It didn't work for them or me,
But all concerned were nearer thus
(Or so we thought) to all the fuss
Than if we' d missed it separately.
A decent chap, a real good sort,
Straight as a die, one of the best,
A brick, a trump, a proper sport,
Head and shoulders a bove the rest;
How many Iives would have been duller
Had he not been here below?
Here' s to the whitest man I know-
Though white is not my favourite colour.