I just wanna be Jennifer Hudson

Everyone looking at my FINE body,

50 lbs. less than I used to be

Prancing all around in a peacock strut,

I wanna go out for a 2-mile run

Feeling healthy and full of life,

Feel my lungs take in more and more air,

and Sprint all the way to the end,

In reality, I know how old I am,

I wouldn’t give up the wisdom I’ve gained,

We are always where we are for a reason,

Life is long, with many a season,

But sometimes you wonder,

How did I get here?

And who exactly is that, in the mirror?

You realize life is a precious gift,

You look back wistfully at days gone past,

The question is not,

How much time do I have?

But more,

How to make each day better — than the last.

CF Black 04-13-2012

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