In my teens I couldn’t wait
To get out of this world
I was a sad, lonely, angry girl

In my twenties I wanted
To go out in a blaze of glory
I couldn’t fathom making it to 40

But I’m nearly there
Less than 2 years away somehow
You know what I want now?

I want to get old
I want great books to read
I want platters piled with fruit and cheese

I want great conversations
With fascinating faces
And I want to see so many more places

I want to litter my life
With creativity, generosity, kindness
I’m so glad that sad, lonely girl lived to find this