There has to be a place and time Where I can live again, and when But first I gotta sleep, it's fine. Be sure an' wake me, then. I dreamt I was a sailor Upon the raging sea I dreamt I had a trailer Just big enough fer me. I dreamt I was a father I was a husband, too I had myself a daughter And sons and doggies too. So what am I supposed to be Since I have gotten old? I dreamt that I was dead, you see My property was sold. Well, fuck it, man, now I'm awake. Ya know what I can do? I'll sleep right an' I'll eat right An' I'll exercises too! Cuz I ain't dead! I don't feel old! It ain't my swan song yet. An' cover up, because I'm cold. By morning, I'll forget. **************************
Nice!
I'm an old man too. Aches and pains getting off the couch. Survivor of many surgeries. Dodged the Vietnam troubles. Many I knew never got the chance to grow old. Only been robbed at gunpoint once. Had the very good luck to meet/marry a lovely woman who has been my constant companion for 47+ years. Three lovely boy children all doing well. Four lovely grand daughters. Many travels to foreign lands. Much of it free travel. Worked for a big airline. Worked on a cruise ship. Tick tock...a steady march to the end. Much luck with few regrets. It all seems sweet as I look back and approach the end times. Did I say, "few regrets"?
Ken, you're a much better writer than anyone gives you credit for. Changing meter in the dream-stanzas? I never would've thought