WyzWmn's World©

“to absent friends
to those we have met
to those we have yet to meet
to those who have left us for a while
and to those who have left us forever

let us lift our glasses
and drink a toast
that they may abide in our hearts
forever

to absent friends”

Like an old fool…

what the hell is it about me
that keeps me so reticent to take a chance
on a new job?
or writing for a living?

why is it that so many people
tell me that I can write
and I don’t beleive them?

why is it that
I continue to beat myself up
about not being the kind of person
that I want to be
as opposed to this half life of
being who I think “they”
need me to be?

I’ve been offered so much
and I seem to be able to accept so little
why can’t I just say thanks
and be done with it?

there’s just no fool like an old fool
and that’s the damn truth