Hello tiff.
I used to have places on my bucket list but they have all been achieved and I now have no more places that I wish to visit before I die.
However, my bucket list is not empty because now it has things I 'wish' to 'do', continue, or complete.
Top of my list is to finish writing the books that I started last year. For some time now (because of my age and infirmity), I wonder if I will reach the end of my latest literary effort before I die. Each book seems to be an investment ‘gamble', and I am never sure if I will finish the work.
This sentiment has been expressed before in-verse so I will tak the opportunity of sharing this with you:
Best wishes
Bill
THE LAST BOOK.
I can recall that in my past
each book I wrote would be my last.
In retrospect this was absurd
that I'd not write another word.
Although I tried with all my might
I always found it hard to write.
It would seem to take an age
for me to get to the last page.
But then I had the time to think
of what may lay beyond that brink.
What was all this writing for?
Could I, would I, write some more?
I'd hit a high but then feel low
and start to wonder where to go.
I could not bear to take a look
at starting on another book.
I'd nothing left in life to do
but search around for something new.
In my mind there was a tension
which brings things to my attention.
It must be just one of those things.
when suddenly a concept springs.
I often wonder if it's fate
to find those things that motivate.
Reasons are not hard to find
for the things that spring to mind.
For all the things that stimulate
potentially can motivate.
So now I find I'm on my way
I'm back to writing every day.
It won't be long before I look
to publishing another book.
B. Withers 2012
(In: A Rhyming Cookbook 2013)