Old Blue knew he was smarter than anyone else. <br />Every day he'd go lie down in his favorite spot beneath <br />the trees and look out over the fields. <br />For hours he'd daydream about things he was going to do in life. <br />As the years passed quickly by, Old Blue remained in his mind's <br />eye, always thinking of what he would someday accomplish. <br />Last Tuesday, Old Blue died in his favorite spot beneath the <br />trees, never having done any of the things he'd daydreamed of <br />doing one day. <br />His mind surpassed his reality.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-blue-2/
