I thought I saw a future where
I practiced as a priest,
I looked again and found myself
Not suited in the least:
I couldn’t preach and thought myself
A base and sinful beast.
I thought I saw a way to charm
The company at tea,
I looked again and found that I
W-w-when r-r-reading out
I thought I saw a girl with whom
I might associate,
I looked again and found she’d come
To womanly estate:
Alas that children grow at such
An expeditious rate.
If you have any comments on this poem, Rob Stuart would be
pleased to hear from you.