November 7, 2017

There once was a man
Who had a big plan
To take the world back
He tried all day
And dreamed all night
Of what he could possibly do
In the mornings
He’d sit and build
Plans and plans a new
But by midday
He’d always dismay
At how little he could do
By light out time
He’d be drunk on rye
Crying to anyone who’d care
Then in night
His dreams’d take fligth
And show him the plan of attack
But when morning came
And his head did complain
He’d forget it and start from new
And plan and plan
He’d never take action
The world passed him day by day
Once he grew old
He got rather bold
And talked about what he’d never done.
He almost wrote a book
And it would have looked
So perfect in leather and gold
But alas, he finally did pass
Leaving nothing but his dreams.


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