This poem was tossed off in between household chores, so I know that it needs work. Right now I'm trying to keep to my routine of writing regularly; I promise I will start focusing on quality soon.
FAILED CAREER
I couldn't be a dancer
But I made my words
Hop and skip and jump
With tap shoes laced.
I couldn't be a singer
But I made my words
Rise and swoop and soar
With vocal grace.
I couldn't be an actor
But I made my words
Laugh and flirt and preach
With dramatic pace.
I never thought to be a writer
And now all I can do is
Sigh and cry and wonder why
I lost my place.
--Dani M. Sanders, 30 Mar 2017
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