The bottle of my daily dreams <br />Lies empty of its waking themes: <br />No more dreams of love and beauty; <br />No more dreams of civic duty; <br />No more dreams of gaudy wealth; <br />No more dreams of books on shelf; <br />I drank the last dream in despair, <br />My body broke beyond repair. <br /> <br />Now I sit and watch t.v. <br />The world it simply love not me; <br />I should have been a guru swami, <br />Flower decked in South Miami, <br />Smiling at some doting youth, <br />Pretending that I knew some truth<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-going-to-sleep/
