I Am Me
I’VE SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE AS SOMEBODY’S WIFE.
SOMEBODY’S FRIEND, SOMEBODY’S MOTHER
SOMEBODY’S DAUGHTER, SOMEBODY’S COUSIN,
SOMEBODY’S SOMETHING OR OTHER.
AS FOR ME…WHAT DO I WANT TO BE?
WHAT PART SHOULD I PLAY IN THIS RACE.
UNTIL I DECIDE, I’LL JUST GO FOR THE RIDE
AND TRY TO KEEP A SMILE ON MY FACE.
SOME PEOPLE SAY I’M TOO EASY GOING,
I NEVER GET ANYWHERE ON TIME.
BUT I’VE BECOME SELFISH AND VERY POSSESSIVE
OF THE LIFE I KNOW IS ALL MINE.
I DON’T EXPECT WOODEN NICKELS
I GAVE THE VERY BEST OF ME,
BECAUSE IF I CAN SMILE ONCE IN A WHILE
I’M BEING WHO I WANT TO BE.
Copyright © Joyce Dale | Year Posted 2021
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