SharpieGirl041700

If I were to kick the bucket, Before my bucket list, I'd Uncrumple that piece of notebook paper With my six-year old dreams etched on it In immortalized lead markings. The paper is dusty and weathered From being uncrumpled and crumpled up So many times as I grew older and had more dreams to add. When I was six, I created the list, And wrote that I wanted to Sing. Now, nine years later, I can but I don't in public because Nine years is more than enough time to be Self-conscious and six is too young For self-consciousness. When I was seven, I wrote that I wanted to Be a vet. I loved animals, and it seemed Like a good thing