"andrewpenman" poems
Where do spirits go to play,
is it in one's children or their children once
life has just begun
can they really be inside
where do they go to hide
are they thoughts of merriment
love and contentment
do they hold them in their arms
protecting them from harm
or wear them round the neck as a lucky charm
do they let them hold on to their dreams
urging them forward still yet unseen
the imaginary friend they often relate too
never ever seen by thee or me
now that is a wondrous dose of thought
about a life no longer in the living realm
lets leave it there until we know this for ourselves
where do spirits go to play.
©andrewpenman 19.43pm 27/6/2012
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC