Underbed Monsters
When pens run short of ink
and thoughts...run short of time
I'll pause and reminisce
and put it all to rhyme.
When our hearts were young,
some dreams would make us sad,
thinking we'd awake,
without a mom and dad.
But, most of us would find them,
the lucky ones like we ~
for who's to run and scare
the monsters that weren't there...
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