A Dream Seekers Chance
My friend Sarah is a songwriter,
She can think of a word ,
With the click of your fingers ,
And sting it all up with not a bit of resistance.
The other day…
She passed away,
She wanted nothing else,
But to see her profession handed on,
And it wasn’t allowed to take too long.
So it stated in her will,
That they had to have qualities,
It couldn’t be a bloke,
And they weren’t allowed to smoke.
Without these personalities,
She could not let,
Dream seekers to take a chance ,
To be pushed by an avalanche back to the bottom.
No one wanted the job,
The deal was off,
May Sarah rest in peace,
Knowing that her dream was not passed on,
It took to long.