Dreaming Poem by BOEMS BY JA WIZDUMBs BY JA

I dreamt I was
No longer old
My feet and hands
Were warm, not cold

I marveled at
The shape I was in
My body no longer
Had that chicken skin

My withered face
Was smooth and young
But best of all
I was well hung

And that would come
In really handy
Cause I was cute
And quite the dandy

My head was clear
No longer foggy
My senses sharp
My mind not groggy

My big pot belly
Had disappeared
And that for sure
Felt really weird

My abs were tight
And full of ripples
My chest exposed
Two pink, ripe, nipples

I was quick and nimble
On my feet
All sorts of foods
I now could eat

I could hear
So really well
Jump and play
And run like hell

I could work
The whole day long
My thighs and butt
Were firm and strong

My back was straight
No longer sore
And I could bend
Down to the floor

My vigor seemed
To never wane
And all my vises
I could do, again

For I could drink
And I could smoke
But then alas
I was awoke

And there I was
Back in bed
No longer young
But old, instead
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