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You locked the world outside, When you went to your room. You cuddled with your teddy bear. Then, you were off to a dream, somewhere. You dreamed the door bell rings. You scampered across the floor, Combed your hair, straightened your dress, Then opened the door. A young man took your hand. You strolled down the dirt road, Laughing and swinging your arms. Just a mile or so to the church, Down the dirt road, there you go. You woke up to the morning sun, Shining brightly through the pane. Your teddy bear was wet, From the tears you cry. The dream was not real. You soon realized, again, tonight, All alone in your room, just you and teddy; Off to a dream, somewhere. You heard the door bell ring, Then slowly walked across the floor. Not knowing if anyone was there, You opened the door. You looked for the young man. He was not there. "Why do I keep having these dreams?" You asked. "Does no one care?" Day after day, dream after dream; Still, the young man never came; No one to hold your hand, To stroll down the dirt road. Again, tonight, just you and teddy Go to a dream world. Then, one morning, the door bell rings. "Why do I still have this dream?"you asked. You opened the door. There I stood; Older now, but still in love. We strolled down that dirt road, To the church, a mile or so. Kneeling at the altar, I placed a ring upon your hand. This is not a dream. You no longer need a dreamland. |
| © 2004 Robert H. Gilbert Jr
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