King Cole

King Cole short poem

Uploaded by Maxwell Shaw

Through out time he dreamed of becoming a king

Who would have all of the finer

Things in this realm as he progressed

And developed he would

Finally close his palm to

Realize his dreams

And visions had finally evolved

Into a reality but as he looked around at life

And his surroundings he noticed one thing

That didn’t change or alter

His heart still beat the same

His breath still came out and

He still had the ability to

Sleep and Think

He was human.

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