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Storybooks and Treasure Maps
The kings and their crusaders are forgotten,
No one reads about them anymore,
The flowers that the princess held are rotten,
Crushed beneath her slipper on the floor.
The chivalry of knights-in-armor’s ended,
Fading like a fable into Time,
The castles and the walls are undefended,
Empty like an ancient nursery rhyme.
Let’s you and I be brave, and not surrender,
Keep those dreams of yesterday we knew,
The grown-ups ‘better listen and remember:
Storybooks and treasure maps are true.
The dragons and the demons all are sleeping,
Cinderella’s hair is turning grey,
The witches and the wizards now are weeping,
Pining for those years of yesterday.
So you and I must stand against tomorrow,
Fighting off the fear of growing old,
And dreams aren’t something you can steal or borrow,
You can’t beg them back once they’ve been sold.
Copyright ©
Steve Eng
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