MY DREAM
I dream of a place with food and wine
and where my life is good and fine
The people cheer and laugh at my jokes
and we all pretend to know the same okes
The wine flows even more and more
and the audience oh how they roar
As the night gets darker all around
there is dancing and singing abound
My dream interrupted by the alarm
a few more minutes would do no harm
But off to reality I now must go
another work day I now must know
BILL SCOTTY
