Dreamer

This week I shall be sixty years old,
Yet am in great shape I can’t see any mould,
A decision I made long ago and now re-vowed,
I shall not grow up get my head out of the cloud,
I shall never stop dreaming never cease to hope,
Call me naïve call me stupid or even name me a dope,
A dreamer I shall remain until my time comes to say adieu,
If you only knew, you would be a dreamer too,
xox
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