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Dream of a Sexagenarian
The dawn of a decade
In the dry drowsy dewless morning
A conglomeration of a farewell and an invocation
A moment to let you think about
Your dreams again
After all the worldly deeds
Showered you with accolades
After the babies grew up
And flew to build their own nests
After the father became a memory
You stand there and think
What I should be dreaming now?
As you become the sexagenarian
The trials and the turbulences
The triumphs and the tears
Of the past decades
Seem like a tempest over a tea cup
All the goals of life
Seems like a lot of hot air
And you stand there wondering
What I should be dreaming now?
My dreams
Your dreams
Percolate with the question
What is the essence of my living?
For the next few decades?
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing here?
((*.*))
November 2006
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