Life Is But A Dream

Life is but a dream
and I haven’t finished mine.
I sit in old revelries
of laughter in forgotten time.
I think of days gone by,
the sunshine and the rain,
friends and family ties.
Some of whom I will never meet again.
Life is but a dream
and I haven’t finished dreaming yet.
My world is still filling up
with heartaches and regret.
There is no time to stop,
take stock of the situation,
as dreaming seems to be
now my major occupation.

23 June 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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