Yawn
Rip Van Winkle slept,
Years passed in silent file,
Perhaps he had a sweven,
As he snored and smiled.
But upon awaking,
He found a world unknown,
No friends with whom he’d chatted,
He was all alone.
A war had taken place,
The king no longer ruled,
The people were all free,
But the price was sad and cruel.
For those who sleep and dream,
Great change may well sweep in,
And on awakening,
They may mourn the might have been.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2021
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