I Can

 

I can wait until a movie comes to TV.

I can doubt, yet still hope.

I can be serious, and still play.

I can dish it out, and I can take it.

I can play, and still be serious.

I can cook just about anything from scratch.

I can enjoy a bright, warm, sunny morning.

I can take a hint.

I can revel in a grey, cool, rainy afternoon.

I can trust, and still live in the real world.

I can bide my time.

I can respect vegetarians, but give me some barbecue, with slaw and fries.

I can make my own music, and dance to it.

I can listen, but not always hear.

I can admire those whose talents I do not possess.

I can look, and sometimes even see.

I can really get into a great cup of coffee with a cinnamon roll.

I can be mistaken.

I can dig the Chieftains, the Chairman, and some combo chow mein.

I can be really, seriously cranky when I’m tired.

I can see why some animals eat their young.

I can not much feel like it, and still get it done.

I can use my inside voice when I need to.

I can not much feel like it, and not feel guilty for blowing it off.

I can see both sides, and still believe what I believe.

I can embrace belonging without fear.

I can love the unlovely, even when it’s hard.

I can take it, or leave it.

I can change my mind.

I can be had.

I can do better.

I could do worse.

 

                —D. W. McMillen
                   8 May  2008

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