David Lewis Paget

(22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

Some Sad Dream


I once had youth
But it has gone
Somewhere the sun
Has never shone,
I seek it like
A long lost fable,
In dark lofts
When I am able.

It must be hid
In pills and lotions,
Facial creams
And magic potions,
Once I had
Both youth and grace,
A spritely form
And fair of face.

But then some evil
Goblin, Elf
Came by and took
Youth for itself,
I woke one day
Like Rip van Winkle,
Shoulders bowed
And skin all wrinkled.

So now I peer
In empty jars
Inject botox
To hide my scars,
And ban all mirrors
From reflecting
What my youth
Has long been wrecked in.

But youth it hides
In years long past
So I’ll not find
The truth at last…
That youth was never
What it seemed,
But some sad dream
A dreamer dreamed.

13 May 2013

Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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