Watered-Down Juice
Oh, dreams of my youth – a magical stream -
you flowed without end. You flowed night and day.
I dreamed as I slept, but also I’d dream
while walking to school! you’d not go away,
but in all of my dreams, hope was agleam.
In dreams of my youth, my heart how it beat
when you flowed unto me – sweet cherry juice.
I’d think of the man that one day I’d meet
Sublime were my fantasies . . . and profuse.
With my prince I would find a joy complete!
Dreams of my youth, time has taken its toll.
How foolish are dreams of young girls anyhow!
I no longer dream when out for a stroll.
Mere watered down juice are those old dreams now . . .
though butterfly hopes still flit in my soul.
Watered-Down Juice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Jan. 19, 2021
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