Bucket lists,
To be kissed,
To have loved and laughed.
It all gets a bit daft,
But still I made one.
To have a daughter or son,
To raise them well.
These are dreams you cannot sell.
One day I'd like,
To preach with a mic,
To meet Stephen Hawking,
To find a way to get walking,
To travel the world,
To be danced, dizzied, and twirled,
To be wed,
To share a kingsize bed,
To sell my art,
To own anothers heart,
To be independent,
To stop being the defendant.
Fighting to achieve this, I'll never quit.
I just hope I can do it.
All the things I want to do in my life are in here.
I'd like a kingsized bed too!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'd like to sell my art!
ReplyDeleteI'm with rosie...and sghe sells MUCH more than me.....GREAT poem!!!
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