Friday, April 22, 2016

Past due

[found this in my draft posts from 2012...assume it's my grandmother's]

Last night, I woke from my dream thinking about the past.
From before time, there is sweetness among the bitterness.
Now, getting old, so sad and lonesome:
Waking up is not as sweet as dreaming.

1979 January one midnight I woke up and wrote this poem

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