INVITATION by Shel Silverstein
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
I read this poem to my son Tuesday night at bedtime. I have read it many times before. This time, it seemed the perfect post--words just out there with their own life, their own obvious purpose.