Dart Valley Writers U3A




Jill Treseder


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A Dream



In my dream you came back to life

As you used to be, not young, but still with sight.


We walk down a narrow street.

People come out of doors and say,

'Ken, what are you doing here?'

'I went to your funeral last week.'

'I just was visiting your grave.'


And you round on me and frown.

'What have you been up to?

What have you been playing at?'


'I've just been doing what you have to do,'

I say.  'Because you died,' I say.


'What utter nonsense,' you say and

smile indulgently as if I know nothing.

'Hah!' you say and grin.


And you stride on with the energy you used to have

Before life let you down.