Sweet Dreams Poem by Douglas McClarty
Sweet Dreams
Our memories are scattered
like pieces of a puzzle
Little bits here and there,
past life in fragments
Spilling out into our
thoughts and dreams
More often bitter than sweet
Disturbing a nights
peaceful sleep
Each day adding to
the pile of junk.
Though sometimes
dreams come true
Be they are very few
But that's what
makes them worthwhile
Like magic extracted
from that file.
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4/30/2024 12:12:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh what dreams may come......a sweet piece, spun with golden threads of dreams and our desires to see them come true....Well penned. PEACE