AND THEN I ASKED HER WHY
She spoke of sadness
Depressed, she ‘peared
And then I asked her WHY
(I wanted to help
But now I wonder
With ice on purplish eye)
WHAT is the lesson
Perhaps ‘tis so…
WHEN someone one tells me WHAT
I may listen carefully, ready to smile
Knowing that soon, in a little while
We’ll hug and say GOODBYE
Ignoring my curious “WHY”.
The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.
The WHO resides in the head.
What I want to know by zippety zot
Is Who is this in my bed?
The body’s familiar, it has two legs.
But who’s at the other end?
A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.
So what path down was I led?
This must be a dream, of course that is so.
Another one’s coming and
Off I shall go
Posted in Dreams, Humor, Poetry.
Posted in Dreams, Poetry|Tagged Dream, what, who, zippety zot.