DREAMS, OF A TIRED HOUSEWIFE
When all alone, all by myself
I have such lovely dreams.
I can be most anyone
tho silly it may seem.
Sometimes I build great cities,
could they be castles in the air?
I'm the only one who sees them
tho I build them with such care.
I run the sweeper, scatter dust
I seldom feel dejected,
The books I write are in my mind
not one has been rejected.
And as I do the dishes
am I Florence Nightingale?
But wait! my hands are seagulls
the dishes that sail.
I might even be a gypsy
for I have the urge to rove
but I can't go this minute
I have dinner on the stove.
But just wait until tomorrow
when the dishes are all done
I'll break the chains that tie me down
and have myself some fun.
By: Aunt Betty J. Sanders
1976
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