I lived Another life 

I always wanted to be a writer,

but I did not write.

My days were full with work and family,

but I had the night.

To sleep, I must, another day requires

my waking heart.

To write, another night, might suit

my writing start.

My life went on . . .

I worked and raised a family,

to be proud.

But night, was full of sleep

and dreams to write.

I’m not asleep,

my dreams alive

I do not write at night.

I found my life, to write

and sleep at night

                            D. Carlson

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