Still Dreaming – 4th March 2025

Listen to the old man talk
as if he’s going to live forever,
still making plans for tomorrow

Looking for a lost lightheartedness,
finding it within, when all around
is filled with a musty sorrow

In his heart, his dreams are held,
a spritely sage of memories;
youth is wasted on the young

While the bitter lemons waste
turning into twisted leather;
each day his new life begun