Unfulfillment

February 13, 2016

All her life she dreamed of becoming a baker.

Just a doe-eyed girl wearing a gold locket that held nothing inside.

She went through the motions and got her degree,

then opened her bakery on Hickory Street One-Thousand-and-Fifty-Three.

She hung up a sign, and on the marquis she wrote her very favorite quote:

"Aspire to Inspire Before you Expire."

And as they say, weeks turn to months, but then those months formed a year,

when that sign with that quote went dark and disappeared.

Her Mother said she needed a way to cope,

so she sent her on a plane and then a boat.

Well that boat sank, so she swam and swam,

And only dreamed of land.

But when she arrived, that old gold locket with nothing in it's pocket fell in the sand.

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