Idyllic Dream Poem by jimmy blass

I once dreamed
of an idyllic place

A time where I sat in a chair
in a sunlit room
soft breezes of early summer
tickling my toes

A Viennese waltz
pleasing my ear
while I read
some interesting tome of history.

Through the window
I could see the work of nature
renewing the foliage on shrub and tree
as azaleas began their annual show.

By great good fortune.
I have arrived at that dreams end.
I can have all my dream presented
it still is not enough.

I want to erase thirty years
return to the days
when it was all a dream.
Sadly, time,
will not allow that to be.

Ah, the good fortune of age
when the dreams
could be made reality
except for the reality that is.