Fantasy World - Poem by Stephen Freeman
I dwell in a world that's happy and free
A beautiful world of fantasy.
Where people live in harmony, without care
or worry, war or disease.
Children play with tigers and lions,
All as tame as new born lambs
Birds of prey which normally kill
Sit like sparrows near the window sill
People stay young they never grow old
With continual summer it is never cold.
Nobody works they only play games
and laugh all through the day
But alas this world is only a dream
A pleasant reflection a magical scene
The real world is different, the real
World is cruel, some say I'm a
dreamer others a fool.
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