Crazy Dream
Last night I dreamed that I could fly,
Gliding with ease through the bluest of skies,
Darting hither and thither, bouncing off clouds,
Communing with birds and laughing out loud.
Soaring up high and diving down low,
Hearing people applaud as I put on a show.
What an exhilarating feeling to be so free,
No restrictions at all, just me being me.
But all good things must come to an end,
And as I rapidly began to descend,
My arms so heavy, leaden and tired,
I heard Donald Trump yell, "Girl, you're fired!"
I woke with a start before I hit ground,
Relieved and grateful I was still around.
And though I knew it was a dream that had transpired,
I couldn't help but wonder why my arms were so tired.
1/21/12
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2012
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