I dreamed last that you came to visit,
that you had something important to tell.
I was busy stocking shelves at the store,
and asked you to wait for a few minutes.
Afterward, I had to attend a board meeting,
and asked you to wait an hour or two more.
Then I had to sweep the boardwalk out front;
when I finally turned to talk, you had gone.
I awoke in the morning, feeling remorse.
I am not sure why, as it was only a dream.
Or was it? When I called you this afternoon,
and explained, you were not at all surprised.
So true, Greg. This resonates with me both spiritually and practically speaking. Would like for the younger generation to ponder your poem.
Well, thank you, whoever you are. Thank you for reading, and thank you for commenting, and for your words.