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I like
looking at the blue skies,
And the fluffy clouds up there.
Daydreams are not exclusively
A child's thing to do,
And I'll admit quite honestly
Though old, I daydream, too.
Perhaps my dreams are not the same,
As they used to be,
And I don't stare up at the sky
To see my fantasies.
But I can dream in the light of day,
Or in the dark of night,
At any time, in any way,
And my dreams are pure delight.
I see things that used to be,
My reveries are based on fact,
I see faces I once loved,
Memories keep coming back.
Places I have been and seen
Are dreams I presently allow,
And I confess, with no duress,
I also dream of heaven now.
I dream about the streets of gold,
And those mansions in the sky,
And the loved ones I will see again,
And meeting God on high.
So adults indulge in daydreams, too,
It's not just a child's game,
Though dreams, it seems, may change with age,
Dreaming stays the same.
By
Annie~
06/04/2006 |
