The old dreamer

Dreams are made of a year gone.
The dreamer has weakening eye
Limited by pharmaceutical tears,

A snow white beard old and wise,
Quivers with quaint wintry poem
In frosted words of an evensong.

(remembering Thomas Hardy’s new year poem The Darkling Thrush)

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