H.R.Powell

Too Many Options

I have a thousand lives I want to live

 

Famous artiste in every gallery

Mysterious yet admired

My opinion sought after 

 

Isolated lighthouse keeper

Cold and damp 

So gray 

so hauntingly romantic

 

A homesteader in the woods

Animals and soil

My garden and my children

Not yet feral but nearly there

 

Shall I be Indian Jones

Could I be a Writer Poet

Perhaps own a book store

 

So many ideas and I have some time yet

Still young

So terribly young

 

Please don’t make me choose