By Jimmy Chen
I dreamed that I was rich, money everywhere
Making senseless purchases, no matter
How relentless my past self
Would be.
Green, the beautiful color of cash
Proves to be the best
Stacked high and mighty
Over eyes of envy
Like a mountain of pure gold.
I dreamed that I was rich
In the taunt of my desires
Why must I awaken
To the feeling of Happiness
Leeched from my body.
I Dreamed That I Was Old
BY STANLEY KUNITZ
I dreamed that I was old: in stale declension
Fallen from my prime, when company
Was mine, cat-nimbleness, and green invention,
Before time took my leafy hours away.
My wisdom, ripe with body’s ruin, found
Itself tart recompense for what was lost
In false exchange: since wisdom in the ground
Has no apocalypse or pentecost.
I wept for my youth, sweet passionate young thought,
And cozy women dead that by my side
Once lay: I wept with bitter longing, not
Remembering how in my youth I cried.
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