The Fairytale Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The Fairytale.

When we are young and not half grown,
We live in a fantasy land.
A dream world where we can achieve
most anything,
Where everything is dandy and grand.

Our imaginations run wild.
We have our pretend friends.
We play and run in the breeze.
Not a worry do we have
and that is not so bad.
We sing, we dance and we dream.

And then we grow up.
The illusion slowly disappears.
Our life is no longer a fairytale.
We learn as we go,
At times very slow.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we fail.

The innocence is gone.
But the hope is still strong,
that we will make it one day.
We look back in time
and remember those days
Of imagination and play.

The fairytale is gone,
and thats not so wrong,
It gave us what we needed at the time.
A protective view of a world
Upside down,
And taught us how to be sublime.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) 20221008