Be careful what you ask
Looking up from my watery place
Or in the sun while I bask
It looked inviting to be as them
From the other side of the pond
Woe is me for what I am
There is no longer the bond
Those sweet sound of others
In whom I regarded
As just others who lived in my midst
Taking them all for granted
In what I thought did exsist
Chirping crickets that put me to sleep
In the company of the others
Submerged in the water amongst lilypads
Romping with sisters and brothers
The sky does not look the same
Neither do the clouds or the sun
My wish was granted to my chagrin
It cannot be undone
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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