My Dream
Two score and four I'm old
And a dream so great:
It began when I was young
And it has clung;
All times I grow firm and bold
Against the will of fate!
Ever bites this ruthless pang
And I wish this dream
Could come to pass anon.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2011
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