Childhood Dreams

When I was yet a child I saw life to be one so wild Thought I to myself, a secret it would be If someday, the whole world would I conquer! Each day, my secret grew in me Each day it became bolder I did dream I was a Queen One made of love and grace! One made not of a face so mean One made not of a heart of stone One made not of cruelty But one made of secrets and mysteries! Why, a Queen I did want to be A castle would I have, my own Guarded by all who would wish me good Kept was I, as one piece of valuable good! But when I did grow up, I realized that life be made of ladders and steps Life does not give anything Freely, it would not give anything But, hey when I did grow up I did become a little Queen The Queen of words and rhymes The Queen who for another line, would steal some of her own time! Mind you, childhood dreams, when made of innocent hearts Do become true Yes, they do! After all, hearts of children are those made of purity! 12 August 2015