My Fantasy World
I sit in my room at the top of the stairs,
Surrounded by clutter, cloth dolls and old bears.
My fantasy world holds attraction for me
As the real world is not how I'd like it to be.
My treasure and trinkets all cause me to smile
Each time that I come up here and sit for a while.
Old memories return of good times that I've had,
Some make me feel hapy. some make me feel sad.
I'm reminded of childhood, by old buttons and bears,
A time when I wasn't weighed down with great cares,
But free to enjoy all that life had to bring,
New friendships and stories and new songs to sing.
The future was far off; each day was a game,
With so much to enjoy, no two days were the same.
Secure in a family, who loved me I know.
So few of them left now, as older I grow.
So I use all my treasures to enhance my days,
To bring smiles to others in all sorts of ways,
Turning trash into treasure, seeking beauty to share,
Whether dolly or doily or button or bear.
While the real world is troubled and so full of cares -
I escape to my room at the top of the stairs.
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