Bang the drum loudly.
Mine is a happy life filled with many hellos,
and seemingly endless welcoming paths.
Sometimes there are structures pointing the way,
but more often, the sole path is my imagination.
I’m easily tempted by paths of beauty,
or shrouded mystery,
or even a little danger.
Drinking an umbrella drink underneath an umbrella means there are TWO ways to poke your eye out. Very, very dangerous!
Almost always, I’m happiest when I make my own path.
What? You’ve never seen a Manhattan chick in a road grader before?
Sometimes a path leads me to say goodbye,
in order to say hello somewhere else.
But that path always returns me back home,
where my hellos begin all over again.
Here’s to a new year, in which everyone’s cup is filled with as many colorful paths of their choosing as possible!