A TableA Poem by Christian BonoanI have everything nature can give Everything that my eyes can see All the rocks and mountains in my palm And the whole sky in my ceiling I sleep in soft grass with feather pillows With friends who don't walk with two legs I wake up then sleep the wake up again True that life's fun, at least for me I dreamed of things that all people have A bed, a chair, a plate, and cool clothes A spoon with a fork and a meat to slice And things I want when I grow up Someday I want a room for my own My own table to design and lean on And write new poems in my heart's content This is my dream for I hope it'll happen.
© 2017 Christian BonoanAuthor's Note
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