February 02, 2005

How many teardrops can you fit on the head of a pin?

I want a Mulligan. I want a do-over. I want to go back and start all over, at least from here:

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Bright eyed and, though quite close, not yet bushy tailed, I had the whole wide world at my feet.

You can bet my visions of the future did not put me at 50 and childless. My dreams may dim but refuse to die. But all I can do is cry, because if wishes were horses, then pigs could fly.

All of that should just fit in a well-rounded navel. End of report.

Posted by Tiger at February 2, 2005 06:44 PM | TrackBack
Comments

*hug* Tig hon, just because you haven't got children of your own doesn't mean you're not an inspiration to others. You should be proud of that, too.

Nice hat, by the way... ;-)

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at February 2, 2005 09:02 PM

Good writing oft lives on longer than one's progeny (e.g.-- How many people remember the names of Shakespeare's children? How many can not only name, but quote from some of his works?)

Posted by: Number One Fan at February 3, 2005 10:39 AM