That Childhood dreamA Poem by unclecharlie
We sit back in the time we call free
Thinking about all we do and what we see Wondering why some things so quickly have passed And how we can be sure that others will last Remembering our odd childhood dream In this life what did it really mean Confident that this life's complete We have a love that we were lucky to meet Even though things aren't always as we'd like We have a good job, great woman, and a bike That my friend makes most of the dream come true The rest we'll work on and see what we can do No matter if it ever all comes to light We're still content and everything surely seems right So we smile as we just consider that dream odd dream Maybe this is just what it was supposed to mean. An Uncle Charlie Original © 2010 unclecharlie |
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Added on February 7, 2010 Last Updated on February 7, 2010 AuthorunclecharliePalm Coast, FLAboutHere is just a little about me. I have lived a life of choices and disappointments. Never counting on anyone but myself. I have had lots of alone time and lots of hard knocks. What doesn't kill us wil.. more..Writing
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