His Dream
By R.e. Taylor
What does he have to do
He has lost so much
In a very little time
He dreams of people in his life
Some of whom he has never seen
He often wonders what are they like
Do they ever think of him
His dream is to take them on his knee
Telling them stories he heard as a boy
Or maybe spend just five minutes
Holding their hands and looking in their eyes
Just looking to see if they are happy
Then, as his smile slowly fades as he dies alone
He could remember their smiles
Just as the fates decreed on the day he was born
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