March 16, 1992

177. Childish Dreamer

Oh once I met a girl
       whose eyes would gleam and shine
       when any boy would stride by.
She laughed and giggled,
       admired his walk, his talk,
       the utter lack of style.......
She wanted to run through the snow
       yet at the same time
       feel a hot summer breeze.
She told me she wanted happiness,
       to live a life free of care
       and hold on to a quiet dream,
Yet when I tried to give her
       the love of a man’s heart,
       she turned and ran away.

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