Sometimes I wish <br />I were a million miles away <br />from where I am sitting now. <br />A place of peace and harmony, <br />somewhere where the sun always shines <br />and a cooling breeze blows <br />just to ruffle the hair. <br />Where work <br />is just a dream from the past. <br />A place where you can do things <br />you really want to do, <br />instead of being under the thumb <br />of the root of all evil, money that is. <br />Sadly, that is a wish, <br />which will never come true. <br /> <br />4 August 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wish-28/
