My Wandering Mind

As a young boy
I’d spend my days
Dreaming of a
Shiny new bike
Or baseball glove…

Those were the times
When life was simple
When life was easy
But times change
And so did I…

As a young man
I dreamed of meeting
A woman who could
Match my every desire
On my every whim

Those women aren’t
What I want anymore
They are without
Substance; without charm
I need a real lady now.

Twice married and twice
Standing wondering why
I know life has unexpected
Twists and turns but
I want stability

She sits behind a computer
Putting her thoughts online
I read her words with
Hopes of my own,
With hopes of my own.

Some say she looks beautiful
And I’m no different, but
I have to look beyond her
Angel wings and halo
And find her real beauty

I’m older now but still young
Enough to cast away into
The arms of a beautiful
Relationship, one that
I want to last

Dreams become hope,
Hope become a desire
And desire can be everlasting
With the right person,
Will she be the one?