Being a Child

Ensconced in cloth of wicked dream
To raise me from this slumber sea
A terrible crime of treason worth
To take me from the freedom sleep
Where I have not a weary worry
In the twisted spin of all this earth
For all my adult duties do disperse
Bills and choices of no concern
For in this fairy tale of my head
I am back to joyous childhood bliss
Where food and clothes appear as need
My only tasks to be fulfilled
To learn and play with all my worth
No tax of duty, nor responsibility
That weighs on the shoulders of another
Mine to be but a little child
This splendour took for granted then
Now I wake from this recollect
Remembering all that must be done today
But greatly do appreciate
That I do have those memories
Of carefree days and unbounded bliss
A childhood that I could truly miss

Debbie Gravett © 2020.09.29

FOWC: Ensconced
RDP: Tax
Image by Anja🤗#helpinghands #solidarity#stays healthy🙏 from Pixabay

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