Perpetual Child

The tide is out. The sand is dry.
The castle that I built has crumbled
Back into the beach below. The
Princess I'd put on its ramparts
Proves to be a broken shell.
The magic of the moments
Building my unstable fantasy
Has gone, but I will be okay.
I raise my bucket and my
Shovel, and I move toward
The water. I will make another
Castle for a stronger shell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-15 at 02:04

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