Greetings From The UK.

 

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Welcome To Sunday.

 

Remember your dreams, when you were twenty one
A perfect life ahead, where did it go wrong?
Remember your hopes, at thirty seven
Still time to prove, you could live in heaven

But now, my mature and cynical friend
You think your dreams, have come to an end
Not so I cry, and wish to assure you
You are just in a bad patch, and feeling blue

Dreams and hopes are, not for the young exclusive
They are there for you, they are not elusive
Matters not the age, you must grab with both hands
Opportunities as they appear, these shifting sands

You have so much to offer, and nothing to fear
Explore your emotions, and yes, shed a tear
Tis your confidence only, that may be lacking
But can be boosted, with my backing

So when you think, that you are all washed up
Re-invent the dreams, re-invent your luck
If nothing else, ensure my words are heeded
For you are beautiful, and you are needed

Enjoy … Steve … Aka … "The Old Sea Dog" … 1998 … ©

Sundays are Significant

 

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