Pretend

by

Ron Bliss

There is a game I like to play,
The game is called pretend,
It seems, since you have left my life,
This game is without end.

Each morning when I wake up I,
Pretend that you are there,
I see you stand before the mirror,
To comb your lovely hair,

I pretend, that you are with me,
As I breakfast all alone,
Then later in the morning I,
Pretend you’re on the phone.

You’re with me every hour,
As I pass each day away,
We talk and touch, we laugh and such,
There’s always much to say,

But mostly, I pretend at night,
While resting in my bed,
I pretend I’m not alone,
And you are there instead.

I wish there were alternatives,
This silly game I play,
Till you are here, till you are near,
I’ll play pretend each day.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Water
by: Alfy Andrews
from: Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India

To visit all of Ron Bliss's poems, click HERE

Check out these deals at Amazon.com

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

To write us about this page,
contact willy@dreamagic.com (Willy Chaplin)