Balloon Envy
If I were a loose balloon,would I be full of hot air?
Would I fly away up to the moon,
or would I simply just lie there there?
Would I embark on fantastic journeys,
my inhibitions all set free,
or would I slowly blow along the warm safe ground ,
to feed the turtles in the sea?
Would I dance along the tree tops,
with no fear of the thorny pines,
or would I cower by a square hay bale,
with a lack of will or spine?
Would I bounce around the stadium,
risking the sharp touch of love,
or hang close to a nursing home,
to be handled with kid gloves
Would I pull loose from a young childs grasp
and vanish way to quick,
or would I live safe at the Dollar Tree,
being glued firmly to a stick?
Would I flash with fancy colors,
with stars and bars and stripes,
or would I boast of smudgy finger prints,
smeared on a dingy white?
Would I go out with a final blast,
having lived my every wish,
or slip quietly with a muffled bang,
from just a small pin prick?
Bobby Hill 2010
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