A poem – Week Four

I didn’t have a chance to make a post last week, so I will post two poems this week.  The second poem will be published on Saturday.

My teenage years were rocky at times, so I often spent hours daydreaming about how I thought my life should be.  This poem, written on June 2, 1995, is a tribute to my very active imagination.

 

Imagination

 

I imagine all the things I’m good at

I imagine the things I can do

I use my imagination so much

I don’t know the difference

Between the false and the true

I imagine how I look

And how many friends I have

My imagination is like a book

The stories change

But reality stays the same

My imagination is driving me insane

I imagine all the things I have

I imagine how I am

I imagine what I wish to be

Never imagine what I really am

The key to my imagination

Must never be found

If so I will be let down

My imagination won’t work again

I must admit

My imagination is my best friend.

 

 

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