WEEPING WILLOW

When I was young and innocence was fresh
I played under an old weeping willow.
I don’t know why it has such a sad name.
I had so much joy
hidden away in that fantasy land
dreaming and imagining under that tree
of my future and happiness and love.

Then life came along and I wasted
so much time weeping like that willow
that I almost forgot the times I played
and just knew my prince charming would come along.

What took you so long?

© 2007 Nan C.

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