My Balloon

When I was a young Girl,

I blew up a balloon

 

Not with Air

Not with Helium

 

But with my hopes

and dreams

 

I filled up my balloon,

Tied it with a string,

placed it under my bed

 

As time passed my balloon was forgotten

Slowly deflating

Gathering the dusts of time

 

On the day I graduated from highschool

I found my balloon

Wrinkly and Deflated

 

So I blew it up again