Misery Comments

Alicia, This is a sad refection on whether we stop wanting our dreams to unfold as we grow old. I'm hoping I never get too old to dream. Jack put it nicely the sun will rise again tomorrow for one and all. Until it finally sets on all our lives as it must, we need our dreams to keep us going. David

dear alicia, the concept is very good. there are golden moments in this poem especially about the old man drinking coffee at the garden benches. however, i thik the ending can be improved by better use of language. there is a lot of potential in this poem toshine.

A fine poem of sad resignation. The aromas linger with the dreams and memories. The Sun will rise again tomorrow, for one and all, and, when it finally sets for each of us, we can only hope that our time was not wasted. Happier thoughts :) jack.