A Wish

Sometimes I wish
I were a million miles away
from where I am sitting now.
A place of peace and harmony,
somewhere where the sun always shines
and a cooling breeze blows
just to ruffle the hair.
Where work
is just a dream from the past.
A place where you can do things
you really want to do,
instead of being under the thumb
of the root of all evil, money that is.
Sadly, that is a wish,
which will never come true.

4 August 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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