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
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