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
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H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) (
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Maybe you might be all of them in the course of a long colourful life, HR.
Don't even ask 'Please' - you do it.
And the very, most absolute best of luck.
Thank you for the kind words, Dave, I hope to achieve a variety of things, living a colorful life has now been added to the list!
more choice is a good thing, treasure it
maybe its that feeling of incessantly ticking Time
that you find more constricting?
well, that too - is a choice, you can ignore
take your time, make your inevitable mistakes
just remember to enjoy the journey
and trust that the rest, will take care of itself..
thanks for sharing
I take your comment to heart L.B. They say the experience along the way is half the journey, and I do not intend to spend my journey worrying. Thank you 🙂
We have many doors in our path of life and behind every one of them there are those dreams and thoughts we thought would never be part of us.
Andy
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