Most men in Ossuary, New York
dream simple dreams.
Bowling a six hundred series.
Bagging a six point buck.
Bagging a six pack of Genesee Cream Ale.
They dream simple dreams.
They live happy lives.
I grew up in Ossuary, New York,
but no one knows what happened
to my dreams.
I never could
keep them simple.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-dreams-get-lost/
