The aged dream
Returns again
Face pressed against
The window pane
Its tired face
Its burrowed brow
Its heavy eyes
Here and now.
Its steamy breath
Upon the glass
Its piercing eyes
To where Im sat.
Its silent dreams
Its hopeless hope
With dispairs
It gently slopes.
A weary smile
A solemn vow
Its shortened step
To survive but how ?
Deep, so very deep
With haste
Its hopelessness
To taste.