5/3

I kinda remember as a tot, wishing I was six so I could go to school with my older sister and brother.


At six I wished to be 10 thinking I could be as smart as my sister.

At ten I wished I was sixteen so I could drive a car and be as cool as my older brother.

At sixteen I wished to be 21 so I could become an official adult.

At fifty I wished I was thirty nine and at 60 almost had the same wish but had talked myself into accepting forty nine wish.

Now here, I'm so thankful to have made seventy that all those stupid time wasting wishes have moved on out, never to be again. They were crowded out by a huge chunk of hope.

I hope a make it to seventy one. I hope a make it to seventy two. I hope a make it to seventy three.



Isn't a living human life a deal? Life is but a dream sweetheart, sweetheart. Life is but a dream sweetheart.