Of Nursery Rhymes

If wishes were clouds, I’d paint you a sky.

I’d paint you a heaven more precious than eyes.

I’d laugh and I’d giggle at each fluffy pie

While staring a while in wonder.

Forever seems close but never seems far

As growing each minute, produces new scars

Describing our lives as we number the stars ,

While searching awhile in wonder.

As Pomp and circumstance fill up our heads,

As visions of sugarplums dance in our beds,

Forget page upon page of that which we’ve read,

And still we will cry out in wonder.

So sing me your sorrows and tell me your rhymes

That echo with laughter throughout the bless’d times,

Which stumble and falter in short, languid crimes ,

That reach about in wonder.

Too long is too soon with each problem gained.

Where arguments lived and opinions retained

To forced the hand over. To speak the restrained.

Which caused us to gasp in wonder.