Showing posts with label The Question. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Question. Show all posts

03 December 2007

They always ask.

The Question
Karla Kuskin

People always say to me
"What do you think you'd like to be
When you grow up?"
And I say, "Why,
I think I'd like to be the sky
Or be a plane or train or mouse
Or maybe a haunted house
Or something furry, rough and wild...
Or maybe I will stay a child."

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That pretty well answers that.