Once upon, a long ago,
I saw a life of hope
And so,
I dreamed myself with smile
And mirth,
A charming life to death, from birth
But living twisted all I did
The rules were changed,
My fortunes hid,
I wish my days had run just so,
Like once upon,
A long ago.
bobby stevenson 2017
Bobby:
ReplyDeleteI'll ty one more time. I really liked a past post you had about an ape singing to the moon. I'd like to use the image of that post for the cover of my new book of prose poems. Where did you get it? I can't use it without permission. I'm at peterjohnsonauthor.com and pjohnson@providence.edu