This poem is pretty self-explantory and i think many people can relate with it easily |
“This is not a pen!” she said, (A frown, a pensive pause) “This is not a pen!” she said, Although to me it clearly was. “This is a magic wand!” she chirped, The way all children do, “This is a magic wand!” she chirped, “Is it not obvious to you?” “Look, I’m a magic fairy!” she cried, (Her cardboard wings fall down again) “Look I’m a magic fairy!” she cried, (She points the nib, the wand, the pen) “Zap! You’re a butterfly! Flap, flap!” (I flap my arms not to offend) “Zap! You’re a butterfly! Flap, flap! “Come on, it’s just pretend!” “Woof-woof! You’re a dog now! Roll over, come on, get going!” (Still mimicking wings, I sigh, My temper steadily growing) “Choo-choo! You’re a train! Look, there’s the station” “I’m too old for this game,” I shout (Rising in indignation) “This is not a pen” she said, “It’s really magic, not a game” “Yes, whatever you say” I coax, (Forgetting that I was once the same) Forgetting how many evenings elapsed In a world of childish make-believe, Where reality knew no bounds, Where guns were sticks and castles trees. “This game’s over, I’ve had enough” I whine, And leave quickly in frustration, Wondering at exactly what point in time I lost my imagination. |