BY CAROLE NICHOLS
You can hope and hunger,
Chasing foolish dreams;
You can plot and plan,
Concoct crazy schemes.
But only if it's meant to be
Will those dreams ever come true;
No fairy dust or wishing wells
Will make them come to you
This is a collection of poetry about experiences in life, either experienced, inspired or dreamed by me. It includes both the good and bad (in poetry and in experiences). Also included are a few of my quirks. I'm constantly amazed at the quantity of trivia my mind collects and retains.
'Labels' interesting, instead of pretending.
ReplyDeleteStill listening to 'those bells' and looking at 'pretty pictures'...
...and reading and writing and doing that necessary arithmetic...what a chore...all those bills...unless you happen to be rich.
And, what if you are?
Might be a burden, a 'real' heavy load.
The mastermind never knows who to trust.
Darn hard work, no matter which angle you take...
Hey, I'm just celebrating the new year, so once a year I get a 'great' excuse.