Daydream

My youth was passed daydreaming
when I was already in a dream
broken fires in the mist
where happy children used to scream,
it wasn’t perfect,
but time keeps creeping up on me,
and aged wisdom is not wanted with
its ailments and themes.

Emily ©

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