" . . . I spread my dreams at
your feet . . . " ~W.B. Yeats
At the risk of altering meaning
by taking out only one line . . .
it sooooo speaks to me!
We've all shared our dreams;
fams, friends, and lovers. I
imagine most of the time it
makes no difference.
Still, people come and go.
And once gone, might not
always remain mute re one's
own hopes and dreams.
Methinks most times, 'tis
done with no bad intentions,
just thoughtlessness.
At the end of the day, it comes
to me that if any spreading of
dreams happens, it might be
best at one's own feet.
I'm still dreaming, sometimes
sharing, sometimes not . . .
. . . Pray I never get too old,
too disillusioned, to dream!
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