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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.




I remember being young and just talking

about the things we’d do when we’re old

about how we would enjoy our hot summers

and who we’d like to be next to when cold.

We would fantasize about all being millionaires

how big our houses would be…?

How many cars would fill up the driveway

how many great things we might see?

Maybe one of us might one day be famous?

achieving things where others might fail

then one day returning to the place it all started

...meet up with friends and drink ale.

We would day dream that life would get better

find it easier to navigate life’s paths

understood what it meant to be part of this blue world

and not to be deterred by life’s tasks.

Now that I’m old with just memories

of all that I’d dream that could be

I now dream of being young and just talking

and wake up with memories so sweet.


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