I Wrote Once In An Old Poem Book

I wrote once in an old poem book:

Someday I hope to wake up from this horrible dream – wake up to find I am 9 years old, and my anxieties will melt away with my favourite breakfast or the thought that Christmas is coming . . .

Of course, over the years, I have learned that if childhood is nothing more than distractions from anxieties, in a way I am still 9 years old. I have also learned that I am better off sticking to this ‘horrible dream’ and enjoying the fact that I am at least still dreaming. And I learned about Wisers, the full flavored whiskey.