Of Plans and Dreams
He planned his days around a dream
To live a life both pure and clean
Planned exiting the cruel rat race
Returning to routines serene
He packed his bag and hit the road
His thoughts carefree as they could be
Unburdened of his mental load
He chanced upon a well-fed toad
The toad, he cocked his head and said
I may look fine to untrained eyes
(Yet) my heart's been broken and it's bled
The color of his eyes all red
So if you're headed for the road
Avoid a certain sad-eyed toad
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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