RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Thoughts From A Music Box - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A little boy singing, a little boy dancing.
His heart filed with joy at his new found friends.
Birds and animals and insects as well, all flocked about him,
waiting to hear his latest adventures.
Filled with curiosity they patiently waited to ask their questions.
A heart goes out to the young fellow - knowing he can't really communicate with his animal friends.
He could only pretend.
What is the good of pretending when you can find something real to occupy your mind?
It's quite a sight though, to see how they flock around him.
It seems - almost - as if they are talking with him.
What the heck! Why not humor him? After all, he's only a child!
Don't deny him that part of life - he needs to pretend - so later on he can dream - and when he's grown up he'll aspire to his highest, little boy dream of pretend.
It's funny - how - in the end - your life is based on mostly pretend.
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