Friday, January 30, 2015

WHAT WAS MY PURPOSE?

I still don’t know why I was born,
or what my purpose was.
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Was it to be a gardener
 and take photos?


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Was it to write poems?

At seventy-eight
I breathe in the pure clean air
above the tree line.

Whispers from the Universe are nearer.

Now I may unlock the doors
tap the red shoes
and go home.

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Maybe, to keep an illustrated journal?


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Or, write an unpublished memoir?


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 Was I born to write music?




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Or, to be a mother?


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Was it just to be a friend?


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Not a dilettante artist!


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Maybe to be a lazy bum?


Yes! Most likely a lazy bum!

A dib, dab dilettante!

I've just been making it up
as I go along.

And now sending it to
cyber-space.
Maybe the dead are tuned in.
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These days I have less energy,
or reason to do much of anything.

But when the Brown High Newsletter
came around again
to those of us who are left,
 I was reminded of
Mrs. Lyle’s kindergarten class in 1942
at J. C. Harris Grammar School
and I know some of them
 are still listening.



and my new OLLI friends
 might read this too.

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I don’t think I was born
 to write music.
It's just that
  music has consoled me.

So, I bought myself
 a ukelele for Christmas.



(old album covers in the background)

I wrote my first song
on a little plastic ukelele
back in 1951.

It made me happy.

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thanks if you read this!

stay tuned . . .

or scroll down and read

The Plum Tree is Blooming Again




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