I shall pick my golden pear
When I am old and life is fair
And dragons roam among the trees
While daisies bow to blowing breeze
There I shall roam with grace and ease
Again…
Long after wars and poverty have taken hold upon the land
I will make my prayers of sand
And pray that life will change the lie
Before the children die
Again…
Before I am old
And my soul is sold
Again…
I shall pick my golden pear
And live…
Again…
Jesse
Friday, July 10, 2009
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I love this more every time i read it. I love thinking of my golden pear. Thank you!
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