In Playground of Imagination
The question is,
should I listen to my imagination?
Sometimes it can go very wild,
I look for a lion ready to eat me alive.
There are times it can go romantic,
with hearts and love all over the page.
It has a way of bringing up my old memories,
some happy, maybe sad, or funny as can be.
In Playground of Imagination,
I never know what will show up.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2025
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