Been dreaming of late . . . of
those of mine gone before. My
parents, my brother, an aunt and
uncle, a couple of my friends.
Alas, 'tis every night. As I dream,
I'm happy to see them. But, upon
awaking, my soul is flooded with
both concern and worry.
It's just that it's now, now as I'm
turning 75. And nightly! For me,
someone who has wished out
more often than not, I find it
interesting that I no longer feel
ready to go.
What is it that has brought this
longing to stay a while longer?
Age? Maturity? Understanding?
All I know is that I must not yet
leave. I have a need to suss things
out, learn more, understand.
I pray the universe will gift me
yet a tad more time . . .
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