I hope I never have to run into Ike. For sometimes, I have a lack of couth.
I hope I never have to explain my sexual deviancy to my kids. I, unfortunately, will tell them the truth.
I hope I never have to fear a decision I’ve made.
I hope I never have to retire a hope that I’ve bade.
And when it comes time that one of my biggest terrors must be faced, I hope I never have to wish that my actions could be trade(d).
I hope I never get to the point where I think my poetry is adequate because, in all reality, I know it’s not. But it sure as hell is fun to try and/or try knowing that it totally sucks. A little change of pace never hurt anyone.
Look for day 7 of my 30 Days of Truth experiment tomorrow. Topic?
Day 07 – Someone who has made your life worth living for.