Thinkers and dreamers far ahead of me

What do you think about
     when you stare at the sky?
Thinking about tomorrows
     or of the days gone by?
Maybe you hear angels
     greeting those who have gone,
While I feel the teardrops
     of those kept here too long.

Are your dreams still of youth,
     full of bright futures to come?
And will you not grow old
     before those dreams be done?
You might find the beyond,
     that far and exotic place,
While I'll wake in the morn
     with no footprints left to trace.

You'll reach sunshine through rain,
     know the good times over bad;
You'll hold dear every name
     of each friend you've ever had.
Then you'll never look back 
     at the forgotten unknown
As I walk the midnight streets,
     so far behind and alone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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