A Realistic Fantasy
Is life just one fun-filled fantasy,
Totally devoid of reality?
On a seemingly endless journey,
Sojourning on for an eternity.
“Can I go out and play”
I hear the children say,
So they may oscillate on a wooden swing,
Innocently unaware and uncaring,
Of what the morrow will bring.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2015
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