No More Dreaming

I don't chase rainbows, I've grown too old. There's no more fantasies when reality has been told. I don't believe in Leprechauns or in pots of gold; and clouds are just clouds when imagination's grown cold The unicorn never was nor dragons and knights so bold, Nursery rhymes and father time the illusions I used to hold. The dreamer did not awaken, he merely passed away in his sleep; I fear the dream faded with him and for the dreamer I weep. **Thank you for taking the time to read.