I Wanted

by HemmingPlay

I wanted to be Steve Jobs
I wanted to be Joni Mitchell
I wanted to be Leonard Cohen
I wanted to be Carl Sagan,
Bobby Kennedy.
I wanted to be that person,
the one they’ll say years from now,
“yeah, whatever happened to him?”
The way people do, about certain
Rare, shining talents, like Joni, or Steve,
Or Carl. Mystery
that can’t be explained.

But that’s not happening.
I’m too late.
I missed the turn,
or the note slipped under my door,
or didn’t have the guts, so, now,
I’m sitting in traffic on a Friday afternoon,
Listening to early Joni,
bleeding on the edge of her words,
knowing what she had,
what Leonhard had,
knowing that sort of gift
did not drop down my chimney,
or plop into my oatmeal.
The light turns green and I
Turn right, with the others,
for home.

Advertisement

3 Responses to “I Wanted”

  1. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:

    Come read the wonderings of what – might have been in “I Wanted”.

  2. Hey, cool article. I just enjoy the creative things. Thank you for writing this & making us inspired.

Trackbacks

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: