What is this life? Just a dream,
In this dream we laugh and scream.
Dreams of childhood, innocent,
Mounts of candy, peppermint;
Fairies, toys and bells and balls,
Ribbons and flowers and dolls.
Dreams of young adolescence,
Of youthful effervescence;
Soccer heroes, movie stars,
Beauty models, racing cars.
Dreams of a family life,
Loving, sincere husband, wife;
Having a wonderful job,
High salary, rising stock.
But then comes the final stage,
With the wrinkles of old age;
Dream of a peaceful exit,
To reach His glorious feet.
* Written in aa, 7-7 format
* Initially written as item 744851, substituted on 10 April 2005 by entry 340510 in the book MY POETRY BOOK, "MY POETRY BOOK" . Posted as the present static item on 27 July 2008.
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