Yesterday had some rough patches and I was reminded of how I felt when I first wrote this little diddy…
I dream of a day when I will fly away,
if only for an hour or two.
I’ll fly in a cloud where its far from loud,
and wave at birds green and blue.
When it nears night I’ll end my flight,
I’ll sneak in the back door or flue.
I’ll make a great dinner, they’ll proclaim me a winner,
and I’ll not be grumpy nor blue….