Wonderland Without Alice Poem by Gert Strydom

Wonderland Without Alice



When I think of wonderland
I do not think of Alice, the tin man
or even the cowardly lion,
not even Marilyn Monroe
or a glittering place
sublimely beautiful in a city somewhere
but about the here and now
happiness springing out
of a pretty loving girl
who wants to keep me company
and in whose eyes I see fantasies
who makes this world
a great place for me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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