Dreams are not like luggage

that gets lost when you fly.

They’re always buried in your bag.

They never go away.

So, as you age, and life goes on

thinking dreams have passed you by…

Dig down deep // pick one just for you.

It’s not too late to try.

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I decided to post a simple poem from 2018 for open link night at d’verse.

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