wondered,
What will I be?
Will I be a grandmother,
a lonely miser,
a heartbroken girl?
Will I find the cure to the common cold?
Sail the world, find an unchartered island,
Make beauty for the world to see?
Will I get married?
Find the perfect man?
Have an endless supply of comfort and hugs from my friends?
Will I turn selfish, greedy, unkind?
Spend my holidays alone, buy presents for myself?
Or will my house be too crowded I can hardly breathe?
How many times will I laugh because I'm crying over some friend or boy?
How many times will I cry because I'm laughing so hard?
~*A Later Thought*~
If I don't let go of the past, how will I embrace the future?
