Castles of glass
Of milk and cobalt blue
Delicately reflecting life
In every hue
Such castles, alas
Cannot long be sustained
Of fantasy life and fantasy love
Naught remained
A life of fantasies
From childhood and my youth
A life of wishes unfulfilled
Mixed with truth
Even my memories
Are truth and lies combined
Inseparable now with time
To leave behind
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John: It's good but now you're getting serious and yet the frivolous still comes through. Try mine - Memory is a Cheating Thing. Adeline