In nightmares that disturb the dreams
we dream while virtually awake
the worst is never what is seems
before we have discovered the mistake.
A daydream or a virtual journey
our lives, from childhood until dotage,
from walker, car to cane and gurney,
till we’re the butt of anecdotage.
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