Poem — J C Sturm

Spring Dreams

 

With two cats on his lap
a fond woman at his side
(sure she’s not a blond
can’t recall her teens
but still able enough
and most times willing)

he could be mildly happy,
mourns instead the past
he thinks he should have had;
wears discontent most days till night
but then – ah then – realities
he cannot, dare not remember

ambush him in dreams
demanding to be lived again.

J C Sturm

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