When I dream, I am young

Not naive young, like in high school

but thirty-something young

with enough experience to have a few smarts

 

When I am in public

I still notice the guy in the crowd

as if I were still young

dark hair, dark eyes, like my first childhood playmate

 

When I think of working

Now I have decided what I would like to do

I am young enough to do it

With energy, interest and no pain

 

When I hear a concert mentioned

I still want to go

Alas, the ears hate loud noise

And the thumping bass makes me nauseous

 

So here I sit at my computer

In a fine back support chair

Wondering if others imagine themselves

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