All A Dream
All her life she was told,
“Do this,” and “Do that.”
She was scared and wasn’t bold.
All her work was the same thing each day.
Never learning something new,
Never meeting anyone to say, “Hey.”
Although she had her dreams,
They could never become a reality.
There was a knocking on the door.
A man in a guard’s uniform.
She thought he looked a bore.
He presented something small,
With an invitation inside.
The prince was hosting a ball.
She planed everything down to her dress.
Her stepmother laughed at her,
Her sisters made her a mess.
By some miracle a magical enchantress came.
She helped the poor girl and sent her on her way.
At the ball she danced with a man with no name.
Only to find out,
He was the prince.
She loved this man, without a doubt.
But then the clock struck midnight.
She had to leave him behind.
In the morning, she woke with a fright,
Because the previous night was all a dream.
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