WRITING AT THIRTEEN – May 2010

So many times in my life
People have told me how well I write.
They want me to write all the time,
So I do, but I never get a dime.
I do it to see the smiles on their faces,
Hearing them say that I’m going places.
I don’t know when it will be,
But shouldn’t there be a future in store for me?
I really like writing,
But perhaps I want to do something more exciting.
Maybe I’ve got talent,
Which is a nice thing to know,
But I want something different;
I want to put on more of a show!
I don’t know if I want to act, write or sing,
I just don’t think it would always be my type of thing.
But here I am, reading this,
And thinking I just might have a go.
I can always write and do other things I don’t want to miss,
But what would that show?
Maybe I’m young and shouldn’t worry yet,
But it tugs at my mind and then I start to fret.
I want to write,
But it’s not something I want to do for the rest of my life.
Maybe some day,
I will realize that I want to be a publisher,
Or editor, or do something that gives good pay.
So those are my worries about my future…
Hah, just kidding, I have a lot more!
But what I’m trying to say
Is that I just haven’t yet found that open door,
That will lead me to what I want.
But thank you for listening,
I hope you enjoyed,
I hope you liked it,
And if you did, I will be overjoyed.