How old am I???

I was watching the news, excited that they were talking about Mr. President-Elect. But, as I watched, I remembered standing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial when I went on a family vacation to Washington D.C. My point to this seemingly boring story? I did the math. I was standing on those exact same steps nearly 20 years ago. TWENTY! No!!!!!! When did I get that old? I thought never would be the day that I could say anything more than "it's been 20 years since I was born." Yikes! This makes me realize how worthless my life is and that I need a plan to make it better than it is tonight. And I will. With a little help from my friends, of course. Any of you famous yet?

I have been randomly searching on archive.org again and I looked up Dorothy Parker, one of my favorite poets. On of her poems, "The Men I'm Not Married To" is in the public domain. I began reading it and of course loved it, but discovered that it is in the same format as one of my poems! I swear today was the first time that I saw this poem, and I wrote my (still not finished, of course) poem months, maybe even more like a year ago. Strange... but awesome too. I like to know that i can think within the same realms of some of my favorite artists. That's why I'll be famous once day, you'll see. I'm not going to give up until I am. (I swear, it isn't for the money!).