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Someone said…chase your dreams…
I looked in the mirror…
Receding hairline…
Greying hairs thinning around the temple…
Eyes blur with impending cataract…
Waist line bulging…
Having to rush to the toilet four times at night,
To avoid an inevitable dribble.
I asked myself…
Should I chase the elusive dreams ?
For my dreams are about yesteryears…
The moment in front trampled by the boots that rush…
Me, a mere spectator trying to avoid the stampede…
Do I have the time to dream ?
When the dawn to the unknown is only a few laps away
And do I dream with cloudy eyes ?…
When the end of the rainbow is not far ?…
Then a friend says… “dreams don’t come with an expiry date”…
And I shall dream …