What’s your dream job?
I’m too old for dream jobs
The old don’t dream of work.
I had enough of working life
The need to earn a crust.
There’s no place now I have to be
Or boss I must obey.
There’s time to do the stuff I like
Unworried by the pay.
There’s some things I still dream of.
I’ve still not wrote that book.
But dream jobs. It’s too late for them.
I think I missed the boat.
It’s not too late to write that book, I think.
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is there such a thing
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Love the poem 🙂
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