I Want To Be A Rock Star Poem by Sue Oxley

I want to be a rock star,
All leather and screaming vocals and wild curly hair,
Even though I now look like my mother
Just before she went in the home.


I want to climb and see the sunrise
Turn Everest lotus pink,
Even though my knees can't make it up stairs
And I have to lie down after a trip to the library.


I want to find the One that lives in that place
Across a crowded room,
Even though I don't believe in soul mates
And haven't had an enchanted evening since 1972.


As I am, so will you be,
All you have to do is wait.
However, it beats the alternative, that's for sure.