I am not who I thought I would be,

When I was young, when I was carefree.

Maybe a teacher, a journalist, or more,

A family of two or a family of four.

 

I am not a mom or a wife,

I am blessed nevertheless with a happy life.

I am a daughter, a sister, a friend.

A neighbor, an employee, not one in trend.

 

The dreams of youth did pass away,

I am thankful yet for this very day.

I am a poet , I love to encourage my friends.

I am glad for this gift of a poetry weekend.