I once deigned to daydream.
And, Whilst deep in reverie;
Took a moment of deserved respite,
From the daily grind of life.
I looked to find the child in me gone.
Somehow, in stealth he’d been stolen.
I know not where he went.
Yet, I can but only hope and pray
That he was saved the deprivations
Of life’s prosaicness,
Its unremitting ordinariness.
Yet, I fancy my lost inner child
Is out there somewhere,
Pitying me,
The adult he was saved from becoming.
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