inquiringmind: Close those heavy lids now
and sleep.
Cradled in the memories
of how it should have been
When you were young
and fearless.
Each night you go to battle over again
But practice won't make perfect
60 year old demons
For those brief moments
you are again
tall
straight
proud
and beautiful.
A queen in a print dress.
You ask for nothing
and you owe no one.
Sleep now
and have you salad days
once more.
Inquiring mind
and sleep.
Cradled in the memories
of how it should have been
When you were young
and fearless.
Each night you go to battle over again
But practice won't make perfect
60 year old demons
For those brief moments
you are again
tall
straight
proud
and beautiful.
A queen in a print dress.
You ask for nothing
and you owe no one.
Sleep now
and have you salad days
once more.
Inquiring mind
