The old man had a dream.
He was well-built,
nice head of hair,
tall handsome glowing
first-born
of enormous wealth
and a bigger future.
Didn’t want to wake up.
In his dream
no pain,
no noise,
peace and silence.
In his dream
nothing happened,
didn’t go nowhere,
fine right where he was.
In his dream
this moment
this moment
this moment
finally real.
Or not.