Age-Old Dream

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Oh how dearly I long and wish

To pop open my pocket lens, studying the dancing fish

To be a person of science in 1865

To yearn to know what makes this world come alive.

Long trench coats dipped in grass and mud

For hours bent over copper, tin or blood.

Oh how I fondly long 

To find solace in a quiet birdsong

To be an artisan in 1765, living life so quaint.

How I wish I could be a blur of white and lace

Running down a castle on a dainty chase

By dress floating around me; leaving the ballroom sounds far

My mind focused my own discovery; something akin to a distant star. 

Oh how I wish I was around for those sunsets

Ones when the grass and the oceans met

When the world was a mystery, growing loud with life

Where I could rise to the skies in 1655, proving to be more than a mere housewife. 







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⏰ Last updated: Mar 07, 2020 ⏰

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