childhood

it wasn't about

following some dream.

some noble

ambition,

or profession.

it was about food

and shelter,

clothing.

heat in the winter.

shoes on my feet.

there was no grand plan

except for

survival.

whatever nest there

was, was gone.

parents had flown

the coop

a long time ago.

it was time to grow

a pair of wings,

and move on.