Thursday's query

What do I want to be?
Surely not as prosaic as Hamlet
But basically the same question as the Bard's

I've pretty well eliminated every one else's idea
Tried those, didn't work
In the fifth grade, I wanted to be a Senator
Later, Governor of Tennessee

My Mom wanted me to "make a preacher"
As Southern Mom's say
For a while I tried the family business
But the problem is the idealist, the dreamer
He is so pesky, problematic

So many jobs I thought I could clean up the mess
Make it work just so
But now, like a long simmering soup
I've reduced the recipe to it's basic, condensed self

Every day, push back the darkness
If only for a while
Bring light, and hope, and laughter
To as many - or as few -
As are looking for what I'm selling

That singular, unique recipe I have perfected
After years of failed dishes

dg

12/2

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