A poem about books
Jean likes to read
Plunge his nose into books
He likes the texture the smell
the feeling and the look
Jean likes to escape
into a different realty
where he’s not so lonely
and in his mind he could be
an elf or a fairy
a king or a queen
a witch or a hero
But for now he believes
he's a girl called rose
Who is more fortunate than Jean
Rose gets what she wants
She lives like a queen
Rose lives in peace
she lives in harmony
she has her dog and a sister
and plenty of money
She has a little swing
that's tied to a tree
that she sits in and sings
quite merrily
she sings as she goes
up higher and higher
She swings and she sways
through the leaves and the breeze
And thinks about what she could do
see and be
She's speeding through the air
and for a second she thinks
She's a beautiful swan
With her own set of wings
She has many friends
they sit in circles and braid
while talking about ponies
and barbies and fame
she has a loving family
Who love and care
for their beautiful little girl
who will always be theirs
But then after a while
Jean lifts up his head
And sees his own life
from up on his bed
he sees the good
And he sees the bad
he sees the happy
he sees the sad
he takes a deep breath
he closes his eyes
he screams in his head
he dose not cry
he roles over in bed
And lifts up his book
Try not to think
just try to look
at the words on the page
that whisk him away
to an imaginary world
much unlike his own
to his safe place
I hope you liked it
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