This poem could quite easily be interpreted as either pessimistic or optimistic. The ultimate choice is left up to my readers, but for me as the writer, I like reading it in an ominous tone. It might be the piece I choose for my public reading at
DogStar Books this week.
"The Miracles Room"
This way To the Miracles Room
The Miraculous room
The room of the miraculous miracles
Yes,
This way to the Miracles Room.
Be prepared, my good people,
To be amazed.
Astounded
Astonished!
Ah, My dear,
A tear
In your eye
Already?
No, we’re not there yet
This way to the Miracles Room
The Miraculous room
The room of miraculous miracles
Yes,
This way to the miracles room
Steady yourselves, lads,
And be ready to give aid
To the ladies of the group
You may stagger
They may swoon
Don’t stumble,
My good fellow,
Hold fast
We’re not there yet
This way to the Miracles Room
The Miraculous Room
The Room of Miraculous Miracles
Yes,
This way to the miracles room
Ahh.
Shh.
Here.
The Miracles Room.
Head right in, folks,
Plenty of Room in there
Fill up that room
The Miracles Room
The Miraculous room
Fill the room with miracles
As you step right in.
Yes,
This way to the Miracles Room.