A wooden giant standing tall
Gracious, grand, against the wall
Two strong doors standing guard
Opens, reveals a screen bright and hard
A mirror, a gift for my comb and hair
And my hairdryer; I always use it there
I look, and smile, and sometimes wrinkle
My nose; I have seen my pimples
Yet I thank you, for you show me
I am what I see in you before me
But how strange, you reveal and shine
At the same time, you hide and confine
You open wide, and I lie on my bunk
Relaxed; No “Wake up, you punk!”
Coming from anybody, no one sees me
So I smile in my dream, sleeping sweetly
댓글 없음:
댓글 쓰기