~ Who Cares ~

One fine day I shall walk with my head held high
My back ever so straight
My strides long and purposeful
As I take my walk
I will carry a large bag
Full of everything I need
For work, for play and for looking good
Everything, that is,
Except money
But who cares?



For on this fine day
I will not be alone
I will be walking with those who do not care
About being a size four, fourteen, or forty
About being eighteen, eighty or eight-nine,
With those who are not bothered



Yet they know about dreams and visions
They know about hopes and aspirations
They know that if you work hard enough
Think big enough
Dream large enough
And live long enough
Dreams do come true
And visions do come to life
And that we don't have to die
Before we go to heaven



On this fine day I will walk
Bag full of this and that
My body responding to the warm caress of the sun
And even if it is cold
I will walk free of all the symbols and signifiers that tell me
I am less than who I am



Those I am walking with will know how I feel
We are walking a road we have all paved together
And it is finally taking us to the places we want to go
together



Oh, how I will enjoy my walk
On this fine day