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Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I really appreciate my feet. They take me to so many places.


On My Feet Again

My feet happily take me anyplace I want to go.

My feet are happy going to and fro.

My feet like the freedom of pretty sandals.

To new adventures they are not afraid to handle.

Painted toes breathe and giggle.

I feel them dancing with a wiggle.

My feet patiently wait for storefront gazing.

In the hot sun they are a blazing.

Oh no it’s started to rain.

What is that I see a crane?

On my feet again.

To get some quiche Lorraine

My feet can rest

As I sit on this chest

And watch a bird

Eating lemon curd.

So thank your feet every day

And they’ll take you blissfully on your way.