contentment II : a poem

in keeping with this week's theme of finding contentment, i discovered the poem below. 

It was spring, but it was summer I wanted,
the warm days, and the great outdoors. 

It was summer, but it was fall I wanted,
the colorful leaves, and the cool, dry air.

It was autumn, but it was winter I wanted,
the beautiful snow, and the joy of the holiday season.

I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted,
the freedom, and the respect.

I was twenty, but it was thirty I wanted,
to be mature, and sophisticated.

I was middle-aged, but it was thirty I wanted,
the youth, and the free spirit.

I was retired, but it was middle-age that I wanted,
the presence of mind, without limitations.

My life was over,
but I never got what I wanted.

Let's strive to live for today and get what we want.  

yahoo backs me up

thanks for the support yahoo.  (i didn't realize you were even still on the interweb?)  nonetheless, thank you for confirming my blog mission with the first guideline in this optimism article.  i'm not sure why there is a photo of three women 55+ with this story or what that says about me, but i'm just going to go with it.  (this find is courtesy of jill willoughby, friend and fellow happiness seeker.)