the castle of paper <br />that we create from a <br />sheet of white <br />bond paper <br />stands on the brown <br />table <br />tall and proud so <br />they say <br />but we know Rosie <br />that this is just plain <br />creativity <br />could be a way of <br />expressing your <br />self's discontent of the <br />surroundings <br />the foul air <br />the heavy rain that <br />seems not to stop <br />the muddy path <br />to the market and the <br />church <br />betraying fate <br />and foolish friends <br />but you know Rosie <br />very well that nothing <br />lasts forever <br />the water paper <br />the paper castle <br />gathers dusts <br />and soon we are fed up <br />on this <br />i am going away and <br />you too <br />but we shall not <br />be together for i also <br />get fed up <br />on you as you shall soon <br />to me.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-rosie/
