Daydreams
My childhood daydreams much like any boy's,
to be an astronaut or fly a jet
enact their daring exploits with my toys
dreaming a life like people I'd not met.
Holding a tennis racket at chest height
before a mirror, swaying at the hips
imaginary rock star, hogging the limelight
the latest chart songs streaming from my lips.
But age brings less desire, more thankfulness
for all, no matter how little, I've got
when so many around have so much less,
thank God for who I am, and what I'm not.
The years unfold, those daydreams left behind
just daytime TV for the human mind.
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