Life Is Not a Dream
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I still recall my earliest of dreams
Those summer afternoons spent in the shade
A grass stained T-shirt, old cut off blue jeans
A pickle jar filled with cold lemonade
I never once believed they would come true
I guess that you might say those dreams were free
The reason why they did not make me blue
I left them there beneath that old shade tree
But in the years to come, how things would change
My broken dreams began to take their toll
I questioned if my path was prearranged
As one by one I failed to reach my goals
I started gently, rowing down life's stream
But can not say this life is but a dream
June 30-2017
By Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
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