One of my writer friends, whom I adore like no other, gave me the title for this poem. She’s handy like that… she is the go to girl for ideas and book bios! She’s simply magnificent! PJ Perryman, you are the sparkle in my knickers!
O’ When Does My Shit Come Together?
by Penelope Jones
O’ as a child we think when I get older…
I’ll be president, an astronaut, a doctor, or maybe a writer?
When we get older we’ll change the world,
cure cancer, and create new adventures.
Does that mean I’ve arrived and failed?
My life isn’t a bowl of cherries,
it isn’t a walk in the park,
nor can I say… I’m finished.
Shit!My dreams are not complete,
my adventures not fulfilled,
nor have I found world peace!
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