Perhaps, at this moment, as I sit and ponder

Future me somewhere will look back and wonder

And smile, and think, as her arms nimbly cross,

“How can one lose again what never was lost?”

That future me maybe could answer your question.

Who knows? Maybe not. It was just a suggestion.

For now, though, I’ll say (not entirely sure)

I’d probably lose it the same way as before.

If before was a bed with the man of my dreams

Or a couch, or table? You know what I mean.

After wedding, of course, before that, wouldn’t dare.

On our honeymoon night; a romantic affair.

Or maybe it’s morning or mid-afternoon.

Whenever, wherever he’ll cause me to swoon.

Whoever he is, however it goes,

In that very moment, I’ll recall this prose.

And smile, and think, as my arms nimbly cross,

“If something is given, it’s not truly lost.”

And from the imagination

They come to help the world renew;

To teach the children how to dream,

To let them live and laugh and play.

They come to help the world renew

The lust for dreams and fun and love.

To let them live and laugh and play,

And not forget the yesterdays.

The lust for dreams and fun and love,

To make the future ripe and rich,

And not forget the yesterdays;

To learn the lessons from our past.

To make the future ripe and rich

And find again the innocence.

To learn the lessons from our past

And from the imagination.