Today I’m supposed to be optimistic.
New Year, new possibilities.
Enjoy, celebrate, rejoice…
Maybe you think so, Mr. Bones,
But let me tell you: that ain’t the way it is
When most of my life is in the rearview mirror
And most of the potential that the “they” who say everything
Claim that I had, feel so sad
Because it remains unrealized
But what do they know?
How do they know?
Most of the they-sayers
Aren’t around anymore-dead,
Or pestering other suckers about their potential.
My life seems to be a junkyard
Of dreams that never came true . Vast projects
Started with half-vast ideas.
The places I’d go, the things I’d do,
The people I’d meet…I never quite got there.
But don’t tell me to discard
Those broken dreams.
For better or worse they are MY dreams-
All I have left, and like the NRA guy
You’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands:
An incomplete dream is better than no dream at all.
And who knows, maybe some day
My number will come up, my ship will come in:
Fill in your hackneyed phrase here.
The impossible will happen, and you will find me
Strolling the beaches of the world.
At least that’s what they told me in AMWAY,
A long time ago.
January 2, 2010