Honey if I was stable,
I'd have gotten myself a horse long ago,
ridden in on shining steed and armor,
lifted you up in my arms,
and set off for the horizon before dawn.
Honey if I was secure,
I'd have cashed in my checks a long time ago,
clambered up the ladder like a race horse,
given you the entire world,
and still had some left over to account for.
Honey if I was anchored,
I'd have raised my sails and set off long ago,
cruised though open ocean around the world,
offered you sights to behold,
and prevented time from making you grow old.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
