walk

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I walk a million miles a day,

and dream a million dreams.

I ask to see what people say,

and after, when they go away-

I find out what it means.

I grow each day, a thousand feet.

Not everyone can tell.

And when the sky and I will meet-

I'll call a certain cloud my seat-

and rest my body well.  

And if I die before my day,

I hope my dreams live on. 

There must be some fantastic way-

to keep them alive or make them stay-

When I'm already gone.  

Today's poem, "A Million Miles" was written when I was 16.  Today I remembered my Dad's reaction to it: "We gotta publish that sucker!" It is one of my favorite memories of my life.