Thoroughly focused,
this little girl is blonde and
a beauty.
Come, sit here, child, let me tell you a story...
So many when-I-was-your-ages ago
I was a good girl,
synagogue superstar,
teacher aid crusader
but good grades don't equal friendship
and even 110% could never
feed that monkey on your back,so
let go.
Don't listen to your mother, baby,
listen to the concrete.
You don't have to sing the best but
You'd better sing the loudest.
And don't give up on suburbia,
greener pastures are for lonely
dream-chasers, and when life gives you
lemons--squeeze 'em like you mean it.
Author notes
Enjoy!
Written April 4th, 2006
A contest entry
- What Would You Tell Your Inner Child? by BluRosePoet8488.
500 points, ended April 6, 2006, 15 entries
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In other words, when life hands you lemons, make lemonade! I like this, especially that last line! A job well done! Thank you for sharing this. Keep the ink flowing and good luck! Love and hugs...
~Donna~
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