What I Want
I want to write.
I want to paint and draw and create.
I want to sing and dance and the privilege of being silly.
I want to love and be loved.
I want a roof over my head and food on the table.
I want to sit at a cafe table in Venice for hours on end.
I want long conversations with God, my true love, and children.
I want to make a difference, to lift those around me
to where they too get
what they want.
About this poem
I had an unexpected coaching session early this morning with a new client, and after asking him what he wanted from life, he turned the tables and asked me what I wanted. This is what I told him.
At the time, I had no idea it was a poem.