Ok, I started off pretty true to the lyric form, then lost my way as time ran out. But heck - it's still fun to sing along with the Bee Gees on a grey winter day (ooo! gotta get to the Momma's and Poppa's - how 'bout a little "California Dreaming"?)
How incredible was John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever??? (But her? Never got her.)
MORE THAN A WRITER
Used to be she lived to write
She wrote all day and through the night
Work was always on her mind
Rhymes and dialogue was trying to find.
Then one day her life just changed
Priorities got rearranged
Her body and soul told her you need a break
Health, home and family filled her days.
And all your life you define yourself
You are the thing it is you do
When you let go the laser focus
You’re in freefall, grasping for the new you
Here in this new life she finds a happiness
She never thought would feel so right
If she could find a way to merge the two
Mother by day, artist by night…?
More than a writer
More than a writer is she