Dreams

Why does it seem that life is a dream that really can never come true.
Is it because I’ve loved Santa Claus and Captain Kangaroo.
It’s not money I’ve missed or girls that I’ve kissed or power or fame never got.
I’m missing my dad, and uncles I’ve had and aunts and good friends a whole lot.
Have they passed on or are they still here, they effect everything that I do.
In a good way I hope, memories they evoke, will guide my heart all the year through.