Facing the world with limited spoons,
Isn’t the life any of us would choose;
But we make the most of every day,
No matter what is thrown our way.
Closer it comes, I see it advancing, Laughing to itself quietly, Practically prancing.
Towards me it skips, Joyful and mocking, It’s ugly intent, Painfully shocking.
I am curvy and vivacious,
Confident, loud and courageous.
As I walk down the street,
I march to my own unique beat.
I can make you full of life,
Exhilarated, passionate and elated.
I can make your thoughts run fast,
Make them electric and creative.