Everyone has dreams at night, Dreams of wonder in their slumber. Everyone has the right. Youngsters dream of life. Others dream of strife. Teenagers dream of love. And babies Dream of the Angels above. Old folks dream of old, And I have dreams, That will never be told.
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Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2003
Clapping those dreams I had them too from childhood till now and like you I w'ont tell some dream either ......smile excellent poem !
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Reindeer
"...Old folks dream of ole,.."
What is "ole"...?
Maybe I am the fly in the ointment
, buti I would have preferred,' Old folk dream of days of old", Just to keep the metre flowing.
I still like it and think it is well done John W
Jack