|
Escape
Escape
By all outward appearances
She’s really nothing new
Her hips are bumpy
A little frumpy
This aging mother of two
She completes her daily task’s
Puts the kids to bed
Still too wired
To be tired
Feels like the walking dead
For a while, she’ll escape
Somewhere behind the bubbles
In silence sits
With candles lit
She forgets her troubles
Today she ran a marathon
It’s one she knows she’ll win
This aging rose
Lives the life she chose…
And she’d do it all again
©2005
Susan D.
__________________
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again, for now I find
The phantom of the opera is there...inside my mind
Christine/ Phantom Of The Opera
Abondon thought and let the dream decend....
Point of No Return/Phantom Of The Opera
You will forever remain the music
And I…the song you sing
|