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The Great Escape
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Lois Corcoran


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When troubles get the best of me
And friends have gone astray,
I have a place I like to go
That isn’t far away.
 
I need no train to take me there,
Nor swift and mighty steed,
For what I do when I am sad
Is find a book to read.
 
The stories take me everywhere,
I travel in my mind.
Whene’er the hero must move on,
I won’t be far behind.
 
I live his life in all detail.
His thoughts are my thoughts, too.
How can I share a life so rich
And find time to be blue?
 
So when you’re feeling woebegone
And friends are hard to find,
Open up a waiting book
And leave your cares behind.
 
© by Lois Corcoran.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Lois Corcoran wrote dozens of awful poems before turning her proverbial pen toward humor.  Her column appears in Great Lakes area newspapers, and she's been a regular contributor to Practical Homeschooling magazine.  She and her dysfunctional family live in Upstate Michigan.


Post New Comment:
69Dorcas:
I pack up my troubles in an old kid bag, and smile, smile, smile as the lyrics said once upon a time Or I put them in a drawer and throw away the key.
Posted 04/29/2012 05:58 PM
angierdh:
A poem that rhymes and is wonderful, in verse and concept! Great!!!
Posted 04/23/2012 05:14 PM
mlove:
This sounds like an old poem. I was surprised that you didn't find it in "The Public Domain". I loved it!
Posted 04/23/2012 09:36 AM
stocktonryan:
Great!
Posted 04/23/2012 08:42 AM


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