Iíd like to say
that each year
I get closer
to the person
I always
wanted to be
But itís not true
Over time
Iíve discarded
quite a few
Iíve wanted
to be
keeping bits
from each
as a warning
or out of love
or loss
and itís these
that now make up
what I want to be

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tristan Moss  would be pleased to hear them