Look—there’s my palace of gold,
With a flying carpet all its’ own!
Feel the magic of this place?
It’s my place of knowing!
I’ll be a teacher one day—a writer the next.
All my inventions will be grand!
And as numerous as the sand—
In my place of knowing!
Then comes the beating of a drum—
To ruin all my fun!
I no longer own my fortress,
Nor the carpet all its’ own.
‘Twas a game of yester years,
Lost in reality!
Now—I know not what I’ll be.
For, a place of knowing exists not for me!
2 comments:
Very nice. I hope that you refind a place of knowing. As Brittany likes to quote, "Never let so much reality into your life that there is no room left for dreaming!"
Kim I love this! I tried to comment last night but my computer wasn't working and for some reason I tried a couple or three times on Dad's and it wouldn't let me post it. At any rate. You did a SUPER job on this one. Keep up the good work!
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