Twilight Whispers Poems
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Old people dream.
I dream, too.
I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.
I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.
I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing ...
We may be just like toast and jam,
We may be chalk and cheese,
We may be like the sun and stars
Or even ducks and geese.
I know it seems a long time since
We were both young and free,
I know it seems so different now,
But inside, I'm still me.