Sweet Twenty
I have the same hopes
now as when I was
twenty and longing.
All I longed for
when he was twenty
have really come to pass.
But the flavor of reality is
not the same as the flavor of dreams.
As I walk through the city,
the flavor of dreams drives me.
Saturated in the honey of dreams,
I expect impossible things.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2013
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