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I feel a little awkward here,: I feel a little awkward here, commenting on this poem.  The situation is, of course, none of my business; but in what you have disclosed of it, in this poem, I shall first commend you for the bravery you have demonstrated in describing the situation (but this bravery is not a new aspect; it has always been a part of those poems of yours that I have read).  And I commend you for summarizing the situation with neither bombast nor guttertalk.  You maintain your dignity as Poet, and you maintain the decorum of your poetic language even as you deal with a difficult problem, one of the most difficult (I would surmise).  As long as I have known your name on PostPoems, you have been what I might call one of this site's Pillars---not only for your verbal skill, but also for the way you have faced problematical situations with both honesty and courtesy.  I applaud you, Metaphorist, for who you are, how you write, and the significance that you bring to this site.

Hello:  Thank you so much this made me cry you seem like a very nice man I don't get on Post Poems alot but thank you so much. Now I am dealing with health issues I had a knee replacement in 2019 which has being a night mare they had to take out my knee and put a spacer in just a long story.

This suggests a rather: This suggests a rather unusual view of the world around us . . . .

Even at my age, I can still: Even at my age, I can still remember a couple of my teen dreams (and I don't just mean the people I had crushes on, lol).  And the most famous teen dream in literature happened in Geneva, Switzerland, when a nineteen year old English girl, homeschooled and very shy, awoke suddenly from a hideous nightmare, her heart pounding.  By concidence, the friends with whom she was vacationing, had. several days earlier, proposed an informal contest of writing a ghost story (the month of June had turned out to be very damp and rainy, so they had amused themselves by reading aloud from a book of German horror stories; and when they got to the end of the book, the game was proposed by their host).  The English girl began trying to describe her nightmare on paper, thinking it would amount to a short story at best.  Over approximately a year and a half, it became a novel.  Her name was Mary Shelley, and her novel---the first of about five or so---was entitled, Frankenstein, and has never been out of print.  The anniversary of the nightmare was just last week, June 16th.

I'm so overwhelmed by your: I'm so overwhelmed by your deep comprehension of my vision and your priceless support. You make a difference through your own work and through your scholarly appreciation of others'. Celestial bodies of blessings revolve around your central star as well.

I found an old notebook where: I found an old notebook where I was writing down my dreams.  I fashioned this poem from a late teen dream.

I am very glad to see a: I am very glad to see a sample of Afzal Shauq's style---from two aspects, his verbalization and the structure of his comment's content:  most enlightening indeed.  Thanks for preserving it on this poem.