When I dreamed you
You laughed
And played
Into my fantasy
But now you’re here
Those phantoms years
Morphed to Reality
Today
There isn’t much about you
There isn’t much about you
That I can quite recall
But simply this;
You’re nothing like
I pictured you at all
© Janet Martin
Yesterday something suddenly sparked words of a wise friend.
Janet, she murmured, ‘the future is never like we pictured
it, is it?
No comments:
Post a Comment
I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!