Denying Pinocchio Nose by Rodica Dragomirescu - HTML preview

XXIV

I need a direction in life,

My future doesn’t seem rife

So I look back and I remember

My childhood chamber

Full of terry toys.

Oh, how I wish to hear again their noise

And play with them

Just like then

When I was a child!

Memories are wild

And I hope

That someday, when I’ll be old

I will play again.

Until then

I must face life as it is,

Bald or even worse

Full of troubles

Full of common difficulties

And boring, day after day,

But one day I’ll be able to say:

-Enough of all this!

Everything was amiss!

Let’s play

And surely life will obey!