You may look at my life,
And perceive it as a boring
Place, perhaps drab and
Mundane
You might look at me and
See an aging woman with
Graying hair, wrinkles and
Unflattering inch's around
Her waist
You may contemplate a visit
With me, would be as exciting
As watching snail's race
But I have another world
I live much of my life
In, in this secret place
I'm anything my imagination,
Say's I'am
In my secret world, I'm the
Leading lady in a Broadway
Show, I receive rave reviews
In papers coast to coast,
Bouquets of roses are laid
On stage at my feet
I'm the singer that women envy
And men daydream about, when I
Open my mouth, magic pours out,
When I stroke brush on canvas,
A legendary masterpiece is born
Everything I touch turns to
Gold, my books jump off the
Shelves, my names a household word
In my world, everyone loves
Me, anything less, would be absurd.
