Better Worlds
The friend man wishes for may not exist
And many books he reads to no avail,
Though his deep longing cannot be dismissed:
There’s but one end to every human tale.
He lives behind long shelves, where he can delve
Into the past or future, while today
Is here only for those who count to twelve
And leave their fleeting marks upon earth’s clay.
Unlike them all, he’d rather hide and dwell
Where better worlds are spread before his eyes,
And gladly live under a charming spell
Than taste reality and all its bitter lies.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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