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Dreams are not just for youth
Hopes are not only for their future
We may be old but we also dream
And it is never too late to dream a dream
And hope all the hopes left
After time had been unkind to us
Dreams are like wishes
We can dream more
We can dream big
As long as we are still standing
And willing to move on
We are never too old to dream
another dream.
Dream.  Wish.  Hope.  Move on.
 Aug 2016 Birch Swinger
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It’s there—
in our goodbye
in that last glance back
across the heat reflecting
from the roof
Your car between us
The door is open
and your wounded soul

He’s dead at 21— I know
you loved him

I overdose this moment
Paralyzed
our eyes—

go on forever
His name was Jean.  He died on his 21st  birthday of an accidental overdose.  My daughter 's first love.  She wrote of him recently, "Jean's birthday today....  What a different world without him."

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