Her Last Trip

She dreamt of gallant knights,
The moon, the stars, heaven above,
Her drab life never was enough,
But one day she explored
The river - down the bend,
And on this chancy trip,
Her life came to its end,
Her dreamt of gallant knight
Looked at her twice,
And casually commented,
'Too bad - she looked quite nice'...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz