Notes from a Nursing Home I sit alone, A cynical observer Listening to The dreams of A teenager; Her unrealistic goals and ideals And fanciful hopes and expectations. I chuckle softly at her horrific visions of becoming old and fat. A giant blob Merging with its peers. Some will take the side of the gawky, uncertain fledgling and plead with others to let it attempt to fly before clipping its wings. They don't seem to realize: ostriches have never flown. |