I
recall our hide-away garden
where
we use to sprout beens
and
trim rosebushes.
There
is high-rise building there
Now
I’m living as a mentor
for
the engineering students
Some
are studious dreamers
Few
are lazy daydreamers
They
share their dreams
Young
men boldly speak of lost love
Young
ladies shyly share sorrow
I
quietly hear with love and care
As
you know I’m dream seller
as
I try to sell a dream
They
hear with wide eyes
A dream
came true
to
be content and helpful
in
our wonderful old age

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