Rude Awakening

Bittersweet dreams!  I sold my past
into a future I knew would never come.
I gave my love a sad tomorrow
except the grave I clung.

Bittersweet dreams!  How sweet the sorrow
that comes to think of you.
And everyone who took me from you
clung to those dreams, too.

Now I sit, a bitter poet,
sweetened by the times,
still in love and dreaming of you,
making up these rhymes!

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