The Future
I am a girl
Sixteen summers young,
Dreaming of all the joys
Of years to come.
I lie awake and wonder
And dream the dreams of girls-
Wondering when my ship will come
Laden With Pearls
Will all the pearls be sorrow?
Will there be sunshine too?
Or will it be a thousand things,
Both old and new?
It cannot be all gladness,
There must also be some pain;
We cannot have the sunshine
Without sometimes having rain.
Olga, 1921
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