My younger years were not ones of acclaim
nor have I tasted yet a day of fame.
And though I’ve waited years for just one change
I just don't feel there's one within my range.
Sometimes I think I'd like to run away
And this increases more so, day by day.
But let's admit it, I'm a realist.
For if I left I don’t think I'd be missed.
Richard,
How apt today. When I rose from my bed I said: " Oh my God!, I look a wreck, another day where I won't be missed."
How true your words are and how ideal that I come to your hall and this is the first of your work today I see. Yes, we all have one of these "bad hair days". LOL. Thanks. Linda