Without shattering a few kids’
dreams this world would be in shambles.
No child dreams of being a waitress,
a bus driver,
a factory worker,
Filed under creative writing, original writing, poem, poems, writing
Tagged as childhood, Children, dreams, outlaw poet
Perhaps you’re right about the latter two; but I definitely know kids who wanna grow up to wait on tables or drive buses!
You may be right my friend.
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of follow-up comments via email.
Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 685 other followers
Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.