I Want To Write Poetry From The Soul
Happy 47th Birthday to me...
That sure is a *lot* of candles I see.
I'm thinking I should start counting the years by five's or ten's...
Or maybe I could subtract some years and simply pretend?
I then realize that's the last thing I want to do...
Because I'm proud of what I've accomplished and made it through.
Of course there were days that were heavy with rain...
But my life has been full and hardly mundane.
Besides I don't look too shabby for a woman who is 47...
And I have no desire yet to make an appearance in heaven.
Because I still have *lots* of things I want to do...
As well as a few others I want to pursue.
You see I would love to take a hot air balloon ride...
Or sit on an Hawaiian beach and watch the ocean tide.
Or take a plane to a five star restaurant a few hours from home...
Or stay in Europe for six whole months and simply roam.
Or write a book and see it sold in my local book store...
Or turn heads in a designer gown as I twirl on the dance floor.
Or take a zipline through the trees and maybe even hang upside down...
Or visit an authentic and old time western ghost town.
Or restore an old house and make it my own...
And stop letting my life be interrupted by a silly cell phone.
So you see I still have *lots* and *lots* I want to do...
And my future is painted in the most amazing and colorful hues.
In fact I think I will be needing at least 47 more years to play...
And perhaps these additional years will bring some more tulip bouquets my way.
As well as the chance to learn new things and make more good friends...
The kind of friends who are loyal to the very end.
So Happy 47th Birthday to me...
I've earned every line and wrinkle that you might see.
And I display them proudly each and every day...
Just like the grey hairs that will eventually come my way.
Just so you know I'm 47 years young...not old...and completely young at heart.
And this very fact is what separates me from all of the old farts. *laugh*
That sure is a *lot* of candles I see.
I'm thinking I should start counting the years by five's or ten's...
Or maybe I could subtract some years and simply pretend?
I then realize that's the last thing I want to do...
Because I'm proud of what I've accomplished and made it through.
Of course there were days that were heavy with rain...
But my life has been full and hardly mundane.
Besides I don't look too shabby for a woman who is 47...
And I have no desire yet to make an appearance in heaven.
Because I still have *lots* of things I want to do...
As well as a few others I want to pursue.
You see I would love to take a hot air balloon ride...
Or sit on an Hawaiian beach and watch the ocean tide.
Or take a plane to a five star restaurant a few hours from home...
Or stay in Europe for six whole months and simply roam.
Or write a book and see it sold in my local book store...
Or turn heads in a designer gown as I twirl on the dance floor.
Or take a zipline through the trees and maybe even hang upside down...
Or visit an authentic and old time western ghost town.
Or restore an old house and make it my own...
And stop letting my life be interrupted by a silly cell phone.
So you see I still have *lots* and *lots* I want to do...
And my future is painted in the most amazing and colorful hues.
In fact I think I will be needing at least 47 more years to play...
And perhaps these additional years will bring some more tulip bouquets my way.
As well as the chance to learn new things and make more good friends...
The kind of friends who are loyal to the very end.
So Happy 47th Birthday to me...
I've earned every line and wrinkle that you might see.
And I display them proudly each and every day...
Just like the grey hairs that will eventually come my way.
Just so you know I'm 47 years young...not old...and completely young at heart.
And this very fact is what separates me from all of the old farts. *laugh*