Dream
Yes I am dying
As are we all
While times feet dance
On my beaten bones
And though it is winter
The sun still shines
While the stars flicker silently
In a moonless sky
Bundled up warmly
In my winters best
I sit on my rocker
In the crisp cold air
With a young boys dreams
Of the summers past
And how warm the nights
Had once been
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