I have dreamed
The strangest dreams
And believed them to be true.
When I die
Will I finally find the reality
Of all I see?
No, I will see
No more of dream
Or of what we call reality
For I will no longer be me.
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K Morris - Poet 
No sad thoughts, Kevin! The weather is fine, the King is smiling, and the Thames has water enough. xx Michael
That is all true, Michael. My poem was not intended as a sad piece. It was meant as a philosophical poem. However, I can see why you interpret it as you do. Thanks as ever for commenting. Best wishes. Kevin