A new age upon me, reality I see,

The fantasy of Love shared in two thousand-three.

The desire of feelings, gave all that I had,

Was it a bad dream that ended so sad.

Like a play on stage, the actors it had,

Some were good and some were bad.

With any stage in life we happen to see,

No matter a dream or how real it will be.

The curtain will fall, the ending is there,

With lies in their hearts with memories they share.

Awakening from a dream or reality you feel,

Love is not a play, life is for real.

By John E. Mingo Sr