This is what I envisioned one day, as I married the man of my dreams...or so I thought...things happen, friends part...and life goes on...
those dreams of sitting together on the ol' porch swing
turning the golden age melds into mists of memories...
The dreams of my dream home are dashed,however, I'm lucky
and I've moved on...
with the help of a furry heathen,my life is full of interesting events...
I can wander at my leisure...dream in my own space...
and weather the times,like old woods,
bending, yet telling stories
of what it is to grow old(er)...
and have the freedom to daydream
and look to the future
of what might have been
and what will be...
it is what it is...
after all I live in a pink shack
and love all that it is
a fairy tale, perhaps...
but to me it's freedom
and a brave world
unshackled by tradition
and the one who would say...
NOW WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA PUT THAT!!!
