Tom with kids in Kuwait

Tom with kids in Kuwait
Tom with kids in Kuwait

Friday, October 5, 2012

Imaginary student

Sally strolled through the halls
Everyone had gone home
Her imaginary bird kept saying
Why must these halls we roam?

Through a school with no people
An eerie sort of place
Where desks have no students
Not a single happy face.

Because I want to be a student
I want to come and learn
For I too am an imaginary person
Now that’s an unexpected turn.

For the real kids take for granted
The teachers, books, and learning
While I long to be where they are
Reading, writing, and discerning.

For such is not to be my lot
In this life or another
For I am but a thought gone astray
From the mind of my imaginary mother.

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