Do Over

I wasn’t always sure that I would make it this far…
old age used to seem like a distant dream,
something that only happened to athletes and grandparents.
There is a piece of me that believes I’d be gone already
if I’d have found my art earlier,
if I’d been able to accomplish instead of survive.

In a way I’m doing it over,
reliving the years I wasted chasing money and cool cars.
I wanted to be the California guy that the midwest girls talk about.
Uncomfortable clothes, good job, new-model condo, that stuff isn’t me.
Forgive me for my absence, I’ll be chasing my dreams today.
Trying to blaze a trail instead of follow someone else’s path…

It is my life that’s uncomfortable now.
Out of that comfort zone that I used to be so cozy in,
time clocks, paychecks, and weekends that never seem long enough…
I’m trying to judge my days now…
by the faces of the people who blaze this trail with me.
It’s just a lot more rewarding to count smiles than money these days.

— leest1 —


About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR ·
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