Bad Dream - Poem by Dwayne Bailey
I went to bed late last night,
and fell into a deep sleep;
but was awoken quickly,
by the sound of a child that weeps.
What was wroung, I thought to myself,
as slowly I started to rise,
I turned to see the child weeping,
and much to my surprise;
I found myself in a funneral,
confussed as to how I got there.
Who had passed away I thought,
so to the coffin I went with care;
As I walked slowly down the long narrow asile,
currious and confused I became;
The gathering of people were saddend,
their tears they fell as if rain.
And there I stood quite frozen,
unable to move or look away;
For it was Me I saw in the coffin,
old wrinkled and gray.
Then the next thing I remembered,
and much to my delight;
It was only just a dream,
I awoke to the morning light.
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