WRITING AT THIRTEEN
By Maya Barker
(Ed. Note: Maya lives in Chapala and is the grand-daughter of longtime Lakeside residents Mark and Adele Cordero. Maya recently read her poem to the Ajijic Writers’ Group and received an enthusiastic response.)
So many times in my life
People have told me how well I write.
They want me to write all the time,
So I do, but I never get a dime.
I do it to see the smiles on their faces,
Hearing them say that I’m going places.
I don’t know when it will be,
But shouldn’t there be a future in store for me?
I really like writing,
But perhaps I want to do something more exciting.
Maybe I’ve got talent,
Which is a nice thing to know,
But I want something different;
I want to put on more of a show!
I don’t know if I want to act, write or sing,
I just don’t think it would always be my type of thing.
But here I am, reading this,
And thinking I just might have a go.
I can always write and do other things I don’t want to miss,
But what would that show?
Maybe I’m young and shouldn’t worry yet,
But it tugs at my mind and then I start to fret.
I want to write,
But it’s not something I want to do for the rest of my life.
Maybe some day,
I will realize that I want to be a publisher,
Or editor, or do something that gives good pay.
So those are my worries about my future...
Hah, just kidding, I have a lot more!
But what I’m trying to say
Is that I just haven’t yet found that open door,
That will lead me to what I want.
But thank you for listening,
I hope you enjoyed,
I hope you liked it,
And if you did, I will be overjoyed.
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