I know that other dreamers dream
Of castles high and lovers fair;
My dreams are full of pollen-mist
And water towers just past there
For just past there, I want to go;
Since I was little, even so,
I struggle through a daily trudge
A wink, a nod, a nap, a nudge
And I am up and off again.
The strangest of besotted men:
I stroll along with out a care:
In hopes I’ll find my way
Out there
To share is human:
LOL! It’s your fault that I just sang, “Misty water tower memories..”
Lol