“Her crop was a miscellany
when all was said and done
a little bit of everything
a great deal of none”

- A Girl’s Garden
Robert Frost


She wished that she could be everything
everything that she set her heart into
She wished she could do those things
that people of great talent do.
Maybe she could draw like Da Vinci,
her sketch would have made Mona Lisa batty.
Perhaps she could sing a la Callas;
Alas! sweeter than her voice a mouse’s squeak was.
So, as grandiose  as her ambitions might be
her crop was a miscellany -

of this and of that,  of things she tried
and things she gave up.
But a girl could always dream
there is always room for learning new things
"Practice makes up for the talent gap
thousand  hours of practice would get it done,"
was what the well-intentioned would say
What had she to lose? fortune? Time?
But she would  learn new skills, have some fun
when all is said and done.

Still she chased these little pursuits 
to get her through the rough hours of the day-
threads and crochet hooks, pencils and pens 
Markers and sketch books filling  several bins
violins and violin strings,
filling  the house with clutter, and a lot of din - 
made her hands busy, the devil had no room  play.
Self-improvement, self care, whatever the name 
Happiness it is, happiness that means
a little bit of everything.

Her heart sings a thankful tune
she is richer than she has been 
on her hands is happiness, earned and received
and happiness that she herself could give:
A little bit of this and  that just could be 
what the world around her would need or want.
Wisdom at last has caught up with her
and teaches her to simply be.
The sun shines on the worthwhile and upon  
a great deal of none.

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A response to Bjorn's prompt for DVERSE POETS' PUB,  Meet the bar at the Spanish Court, i.e., a Glosa.

This Glosa needs refinement, especially with the rhyming parts.