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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Memories



 



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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