Wrong Side of the Bed – A Poem

I just read an article about dreams…nothing new in the article but…Here’s my take on dreams – at least today.

Wrong Side of the Bed
Some mornings it seems
all that needs to be done
is to open the front door.
Maybe it’s a dream.
Maybe it’s real.
Life, you know?
That life.
Those wishes.
Those dreams
and all that other
stuff
someone somewhere said
mattered
– echoing in a memory –
all that crap
that ended up
not mattering
like dreams misunderstood.

Ellespeth

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