When I was young and innocence was fresh

I played under an old weeping willow.

I don’t know why it has such a sad name.

I had so much joy hidden away in that fantasy land

dreaming and imagining under that tree

of my future and happiness and love.

Then life came along

and I wasted so much time weeping like that willow

that I almost forgot the times I played

and just knew my prince charming would come along.

What took you so long?

© 2007 Nan C.