I could have been a poet,
instead
I became a dad;
I could have been a rock star,
instead
I became a nuclear operator;
I still like the strangeness
though.
When you’re a dad,
you don’t have the time
for deep reflection
or avant-garde things,
you don’t have the balls
to take chances
or stray too far
from the beaten path,
same could be said
of a nuclear operator;
I guess I’m doubly
f****d.
.
.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
Blog Archive
- 
        ▼ 
      
2011
(324)
- 
        ▼ 
      
March
(37)
- The Last Posting: American News/Sandcreek/Haves an...
 - Murfreesboro
 - Doctrine
 - One Flesh
 - 300 Miles Away (Please Wake Up America)
 - Hell
 - Nancy Wagner
 - Colorado Gold Mining
 - Size Doesn't Matter
 - Discipline, Perseverance and Other Voices of Insomnia
 - Vapor
 - The Clock is Ticking
 - Common Ground
 - The Great Day of the Lord (Zephania 1:14-18)
 - The Hard Path/Psalm 23
 - Haves and Have Nots
 - Irish Lullabys (from Lifesongs 2)
 - O Eire
 - What We Have Become
 - Where Now America?
 - Babylon
 - A Midday Dream
 - Out On The Fringe
 - Discipline
 - A Message For My Daughter
 - Double Dipping (from Lifesongs 3)
 - Getting My Kicks
 - The Way It Should Be
 - The Last Song
 - Possibilities
 - Decisions on a Day Off (from Lifesongs 4)
 - Double Whopper (from Lifesongs 3)
 - Pushbuttons (from Lifesongs 3)
 - The Prize (from Lifesongs 1)
 - Lead Me O Lord
 - All I Ever Need
 - Faces (from Lifesongs 1)
 
 
 - 
        ▼ 
      
March
(37)
 
No comments:
Post a Comment
Your feedback is greatly appreciated