Don't Worry

Time for another poem! This isn't from the book, just something I came up with last night. It's still in the first draft stage, so there are a couple stanzas not finished, and I feel like there is a lot more I want to add.

Don’t worry about me.

Don’t try to see my future,

or tell me what will happen.

Don’t tell me I chose wrong.

And most certainly don’t give me that look.

The one you always try to hide,

but shows all your doubt.

Because I have it all under control.

I don’t know what will happen.

All I can do is hope

that my plans work in my favour.

And if I get lost

I will shift my direction

and keep going.

I can open a bookstore café

in a sleepy old town.

I will greet each customer by name

and spend more time talking

than it takes to drink a coffee.

I can start a magazine

for the average person.

No hidden meanings or convoluted messages.

No high standards or special degrees.

No philosophy or phycology.

Just stories on happy for enjoyment.

I can be a teacher

to pass on my knowledge of words.

You may see it as a failure, a last resort

but five succeeding students are better

than one successful me.

I can be an editor

to just read what I love

and help others to love what I read.

I can be a critic,

if I just steel my heart

and stop loving these words too much.

I can be so much more than you expect,

because I can read, and I can write.

So please, don’t worry that I chose wrong.

My path of life is not a path at all,

but a wide open prairie,

and the only obstacle

is the reach of my vision.