Fantasy

 (In response to one who called me “A gal with a pen in her heart”)

I’m just a gal with a pen in her heart –

Looking around for a jolly old fart

One who will stay around and have some fun

Before he thinks it’s time for him to run.

When it’s all on paper, I can say what I please,

Flutter my eyelids and start to tease,

Act as coy as a teenage girl

Luring a boy to a romantic whirl.

But when in person you happen to see,

I’m an all together different, staid old me,

Moving very slowly, feeling content to be

Left on the side line, to see what I can see.

And when it’s all over, through the night

I’ll take my pen and start of write

In rhymes to record the things that have been –

Preserving them to savor again and again.