I wish I could play the piano.
Teach all the swans to dance.
I wish I could paint the sky bright green, now I encounter romance.
I wish I could go to work dressed in my finest clothes.
However; when I walked through the door at night, I may just get up your nose.
I wish I were getting younger,
I have a battle with the vendor of time.
But, that could mean dementia now.
So I guess that means I'm fine.
I'll just be who I am, just grow old gracefully.
Like the cream for the cat with the cheesiest grin, I guess I just want to be me.
(c)LIVVI