Frustrated Ambition

I often wish I had

been a scholar

but I didn't make

the grade

I would like to

say I'm intellectual,

but my best thoughts

seem to fade

I wanted to be beautiful

and keep my body thin

It never was to happen

except beneath the skin

I thought I would be wealthy

It slipped out of my hands

I might have been a celebrity

but alas, I had no fans

To be an entertainer

would be like taking wing

But the biggest problem

was that I could never sing

There must be music in me,

I really have no doubt

I feel and hear it in my soul,

but it just won't come out

I see beauty in my heart

and to my easel I rush

Quickly, I must transfer it

but it will not leave the brush

Sometimes I want to dance,

Oh how I feel the beat

But I'm just too tired and weary

now, to even lift my feet

I dream of flying with the wind

astride a spirited horse

I tried it many times ...

But I fell off, of course