I used to be a poet Many years ago When rhymes were to me As ebb was to flow. Now, a working girl I am With a desk and a screen All grown up, with rent and bills The rhymes, they wither unseen.
Category: Thoughts
Finding Contentment and Fulfilling Goals
I've often asked myself, "When will I truly be content?" Is it when I have enough money? Or when I achieve my dream of publishing a book? Will I be content when I have all the luxuries of life? Somehow, I feel that I will not be content, ever. So am I discontent right now? … Continue reading Finding Contentment and Fulfilling Goals
The Getaway Bicycle 