Just a supposition really.
Wanting another world
Where dreams come true
And ice-cream is swirled
Where everyone is kind
And the dogs don’t bight
Where fairies and pixies
Dance in the dead of night
But early in clear morning
In the back of our mind
We know in our true heart
It is what we’ll never find
For it’ll never be like that
But this we just can’t accept
So we sulk through our days
Making the best of what’s left
Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda
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Written on 2018-04-04 at 14:13
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The Best Of What’s Left
People spend their livesWanting another world
Where dreams come true
And ice-cream is swirled
Where everyone is kind
And the dogs don’t bight
Where fairies and pixies
Dance in the dead of night
But early in clear morning
In the back of our mind
We know in our true heart
It is what we’ll never find
For it’ll never be like that
But this we just can’t accept
So we sulk through our days
Making the best of what’s left
Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda
Read 104 times
Written on 2018-04-04 at 14:13
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