Where I am
When it’s my birthday,
I’ll go buy a jar of pickles.
I’ll find my mother just like the little bird in that old children’s book.
When I go off on my own, I’ll struggle with finances due to a certain lip gloss addiction.
When I find the one, I’ll be more than blushing, and I might finally be happy.
When I have children, I’ll change the world. I’ll send someone into the world that I hope will be better that I ever was.
And when I see everything happen, my little nephew get married, and my daughter get her heart broken, I’ll cry.
When I finish my days, I hope they will have been more than I ever dreamed.
And when I finish this poem, I’ll be stressed about the future.
When I finish this poem, I’ll be happy to be where I am.
When it’s my birthday,
I’ll go buy a jar of pickles.
I’ll find my mother just like the little bird in that old children’s book.
When I go off on my own, I’ll struggle with finances due to a certain lip gloss addiction.
When I find the one, I’ll be more than blushing, and I might finally be happy.
When I have children, I’ll change the world. I’ll send someone into the world that I hope will be better that I ever was.
And when I see everything happen, my little nephew get married, and my daughter get her heart broken, I’ll cry.
When I finish my days, I hope they will have been more than I ever dreamed.
And when I finish this poem, I’ll be stressed about the future.
When I finish this poem, I’ll be happy to be where I am.
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