Dreams, Memories, Dreams
By
Michael L. Craner
When I was young and wild,
Runnin' with the wind,
Not a care in the world...
I'm gonna live forever.
I had dreams, I made memories.
From sittin' in a car at the drive-in,
Playing games at the arcade,
Or just driving around, working up the nerve.
Sometimes flying around,
Straightening the curves,
Flattening hills...
Or just cruising Main.
Dreams became reality.
Reality became memories.
And...
Memories became dreams.
For all those in my life,
who have gone before me,
I've never forgotten you,
or all the good times we shared.
Someday, we'll meet again,
When my work is done here.
Until then, we are forever young
In my dreams and memories.
©October 2025 Michael Craner
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