Monsters Under Our Beds
By Poet
The monsters under our bed
Are there to protect and defend
The little ones they love
Until the very end.
They scared away the ghosts
Didn't even let them touch the bedpost.
So now we find real question is,
Can monsters be good?
If they are,
Do we need to redefine the monsters
From bad to good?
The ones that watch and love us,
Until we finally die?
When in this life we say goodbye,
Do our monsters go and find,
A new little baby to care for,
Or do they retire?
Is there a land of monsters
Where they all wander,
Thinking about the old days,
When they watched us play?
Do they miss us,
Even though,
We were terrified of them,
While they loved us so?
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