Wayyyy back against the garden wall, I saw a pathway leading on.
Down to a pond, the path led me down
To where many people leisured.
They wore their finest Sunday fare
Hats, suits, and locks of shining hair
Glowing in the sun, warmth touched everyone
And brought heaven among the flowers.
“God!” here I cried, “I cannot abide
To go back to all the pain I recall.
How can I begin to live outside these garden walls?”
“Ah,” said a child, “You’re acting wild,”
“Could you please move out of my way?”
Shocked, I stepped aside, and let the child
Have a lovely day.
the ending!! i love how this poem floats then is grounded by a .. maybe too truthful child.
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