wandering
in sunless woods,
she
supplicated a flying fay,
and
uttered in an outré tone,
“my
happiness lives far away
I
am sinking in a secret dole.
say
something or start a fray.”
the
fay looked strikingly wise,
had
a countenance rather gay.
he
wanted to go to moon,
but
landed swiftly to say,
“past
is like a nightmare,
you
and I woke -
the
future is up in the air,
but
there’s hope -
every
thing life garden choses
doesn’t
always come up roses!
you’re
gonna find silver-bullets
to
kill what inflames you today.
you
must grin, you know!
tomorrow
is another day”