Perhaps A Dream-Sonnet - Poem by Joseph Anderson
The day has spent, to bed I go,
All vigor gone, all movement slow;
Life's daily grind must rule the day,
'Tis night when mind comes out to play.
My dreams shall be of yesteryears,
Of hopes and loves, of trials and tears;
Fond memories garnered through the days,
A brief delay from 'morrows haze.
In nightly visions I shall see
The things held dear, in memory;
Then dawn arrives, another day,
Oh! Dawn begone, I wish to stay.
And even in the darkest night
I find much comfort, much respite.
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