Dreams For Sale
Dreams for Sale
Hey, this guy’s crazy, nuts and frail,
He says he’s got dreams for sale.
Maybe they’re hopeless, pale and stale.
He claims they’re gorgeous, wild and vibrant;
There’s no room or reason to quail.
I kind of hesitate to buy any,
‘cause I’ve already got so many.
Besides should I wish to sell them back,
What fool would give them a penny.
Idris Esen, Dec. 31, 2012, Istanbul
Copyright © Idris Esen | Year Posted 2017
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