Saturday, January 30, 2010

Wistful Thinking by Marcelle Pollington

Sometime, I think, there's got to be

A night that glitters just for me:

A gorgeous, swishing, low-cut gown

For wining, dining on the town.

Exotic perfume on my breast,

A fancy hair-style, all the rest...

With all that's shining in the skies

Reflected in my dazzled eyes.

Before I grow too old to wear

The dress...

The perfume...

Fancy hair...

1 comment:

Trademark Lawyer said...

You're never too old! Delightful poem, I imagine this is similar to what Cinderella may have been thinking!