Thursday, January 24, 2013

Why I Write, Part x+164: Strange Fruit

I eat from the same tree in changing soil.
My life bears the same fruit.  My life bears strange fruit.
My dreams of becoming a running back
Were replaced by wishing I could run again.
When I was fifteen, I said I'd write five books in ten years,
Which wouldn't be so funny if I had written one.
By the end if this year, I want to write more poems than Emily Dickinson,
Which wouldn't be so funny if any were as good,
But I will put practice where she kept her talent.

Because I never wished or planned to learn my lesson,
I no longer say "I wish to" or "I plan to."  I learned my lesson.
"Wishing" and "planning" are for people who invite failure and change,
and I don't.

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