Jane Roberts - Success

I am on the brink of success
And what makes me feel good?
I meet my mother
She says 'well..........................'
She says 'but...........................
She says my clothes look like pyjamas
She is sad
She loved putting me to bed
I used to love it too
Until I wanted to be awake
Alive
Stop chewing the bedclothes
And leave

Jane Roberts

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