Better Than A Dream Poem by Bryan Taplits

Those times were good
Carrying me to youth and vigor,
But then I awoke-
(an unlucky stroke)
Where I discovered
that my youth and vigor had just slivered.

I got out of bed,
I guess,
as thought practicing for 'dead',
No longer coming up roses,
Good Times deceased
No longer 'youth's' release
As I returned to my real world of less clover.

Funny, I mused, how in the dream I so was alive
Where now I seemed hobbled
as fortune‘s-bauble,
Yet, no more do I wish to score another dream
I'd rather be awake
to view the rest of my life-
No matter how now raw-boned and cobbled.