An Old Man’s Dream ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

He doesn't sleep much When he does, he doesn't often dream But he does have a favorite dream In his dream, his back is straight He walks with no shortness of breath He has very little pain His legs and feet are no longer swollen And he is young again When he dreams it he... Continue Reading →

Lonesome Dreams

Lonesome dreams and useless schemes The flutter of fireflies lights up the trail I'm dreaming again of a lonesome world On a road that seems to have no end I try to wake up But the dawn doesn't come The only sound I hear Is the constant hum of a Verizon dial tone The dream... Continue Reading →

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