folding paper
daydreaming poems
just a kid
When I was a kid, no one talked of my potential or of having a job or a career or growing up and getting ahead….or growing old. I did go into business. I sometimes wonder who introduced me to paper and poems. Was it the book that read, do what you love….and don’t forget to play, or the fortune teller who said, “…you ought to write.” Who would’ve thought that now at 79—after years in the busy world—I’d still be here, working with good satisfaction, waking up before the sun to read and write poems, folding paper, married, grateful, and at times daydreaming just like a kid wondering, ‘what’s next?’
