Storing them away for that 'one day' that lies always out of reach.
|The cajole of distant dreams
with their tantalising gleams,
they entice with sweet appeal
like a spinning Catherine wheel.
Every flash and sparkle tempts
and seductively torments,
all designed to charm and tease.
I could yearn and dream all day
but have little time for play,
just a moment in the midst
to extend my bucket list.