If I had a hammer … I’d fix the broken pickets on my front gate and hang a few new pictures. I’d definitely be a folk singer. A photographer and a writer, too.
I’d have a tambourine. Shake, shake, shake it. I’d care for my own plumbing. I’d be me. But I’d have a hammer.
I never wanted to be anything or anyone else. Sometimes, my lack of ambition makes me sad. I should have wanted something more, an upgraded me. A healthier, wealthier, wiser me. Closer to perfect.
Too late. I’m version 1.0. Next revision date scheduled for …
If I Had a Hammer: The Daily Prompt