What’s To Be ?


I think about what is to be, the highlights of my life.
The things I've always wanted to see kids, a house, a wife.
The world has been my oyster, a clam is all I took.
I pace the roads a wanderer, a man within a book.
A story I had heard, upon my younger years.
And all that was my glory, was lost within my fears.
I took the path of a loner, for women come and go.
To see the world of chance,and write my little notes.
And maybe on some day, true love will sing to me.
And put my head up in the clouds,the sound of little feet.
Or maybe God will sigh, and say this man's a saint.
Or maybe I'll just walk these roads, untill my dying days.
For all of this is fine,what God's will should be.
For I know that I'd done my best.
The best of being me.

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