A working man's thoughts

The man returned from work and fell fast asleep,
He dreamt of a beautiful childhood day.
The sun was bright and the cool breeze brisk.
The onset of spring was evident.
He dreamt of meeting his childhood friends. They had planned to go cycling together into the woods.
Life was a lot simpler then. No fear of losing the daily battles, no worries about what the future holds.
In his dream he met God. Unable to hold himself together, he asks, "God, how do I go back to those good old days?."
"Son", smiled God, "..use the gift of 'Dream' . "
Suddenly, a repetitive sound disturbed his sleep.
He checked his watch.
It's 6 a.m. Time to get ready for work.

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