Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 93
Once I had plans tucked in my pockets so deep
To see the world and do the greatest of things
Like maps to a fortune and hopes only key
I would never let them out of my reach
No matter where I rested my head
I had dreams of better things up ahead
Then one day when the bluest sky was a deeper grey
I spread them out like fresh linen would surely lay
Somehow there were wrinkles that no iron could press
Not what my younger self would have come to expect
Sometimes life knocks you plum off your feet
Ruffles your feathers and loses your only keys
You just have to pull yourself up off the ground
Dust off your trousers
And wear your best boots to town.
