Thought you might like this poem I wrote awhile ago. Of course I’d have different things on the list now, but the sentiment hasn’t changed!

 I Want

 

I want to eat all the chocolate ice-cream

I want without getting fat.

I want to find an apartment in New York

that I can afford, with a terrace and wonderful

view of the harbor.

I want never to go into therapy again.

I want to be surrounded by

gifted people who

think grand thoughts,

are never petty, and love me

no matter what I do.

I want to know I’ll

never have cancer or become

a cabbage in my old age, that I’ll always

be financially independent.

I want my ex-husband

to approve of me,

tell me how much he thinks I’ve accomplished

since the divorce, and what a good job I did

bringing up the children.

I want to get a really good night’s sleep.

I want to be one of those people who is always

coming back from some exotic place

having a grand adventure

traveling alone on a shoestring.

I want to ride my bike

down long, narrow,

country trails again.

I want to live a conventional life

but have everyone think I’m adventurous

offbeat and exciting.

I want to have a lover who’s good in bed

I want to be proud of him.  I want him not to be

into games or power.  I want him to

love me and be committed to me,

and I want to do my own thing and

not be bothered too much.

I want all women to be successful

and smart and believe in the

right causes, and be wonderful.

I want to be proud of them.  I want

that for men too, but not as much.

I don’t want everybody to like me

because that means I don’t stand

for anything, but I want the right

people to like me.

I want to be able to take a few drags

on a cigarette occasionally without

becoming a smoker again.

I want to write a really good poem.

Rhoada Wald