Drove past a mansion the other day,
high on a hill,
grand and stately,
with manicured lawns,
and wrought iron fences,
adorned with Morning Glories.
Then I drove on,
to a cozy little house,
swingset in the yard
and a trike in the driveway.
It may not be much,
but it's mine.
Walked past a gym the other day,
sculpted forms of the human physique,
active and graceful,
growing strong and healthy,
fashionably decorated
with the latest workout attire.
Then I walked on
to a medical center,
examined and tested
a barely passing grade.
This body may not be much,
but it's mine.
I went to the park the other day,
a cheerful young woman,
pushing a giggling child in a swing,
while another built castles in the sand.
I may not be much,
but I'm theirs.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 11:07 PM UTC
Drove past a mansion the other day,
high on a hill,
grand and stately,
with manicured lawns,
and wrought iron fences,
adorned with Morning Glories.
Then I drove on,
to a cozy little house,
swingset in the yard
and a trike in the driveway.
It may not be much,
but it's mine.
Walked past a gym the other day,
sculpted forms of the human physique,
active and graceful,
growing strong and healthy,
fashionably decorated
with the latest workout attire.
Then I walked on
to a medical center,
examined and tested
a barely passing grade.
This body may not be much,
but it's mine.
I went to the park the other day,
a cheerful young woman,
pushing a giggling child in a swing,
while another built castles in the sand.
I may not be much,
but I'm theirs.