I Have Grown Older Poem by James McLain

Dreams, dreams forgotten,
Dreams no longer touched, I no longer
Have nor posse the will to touch.
Dreams like mine that I once had are
Now for the young.
One single rose that slowly grew between
Me and my dream,
That a woman still has shading my eyes
The sun is too bright stinging my eyes yes even
Now as I look back wiping the tears from my old eye's.
Around and above me,
Down and below me to break from the dark I now
Sleep in the shadows.
Look through my window there once was my dream
And how small the flame here burns one candle small.