Dreams ©

I dreamed of big things when I was a boy,

imagining I could change the world and bring joy.

I thought of big things I could do, wrongs to right,

the helpless to rescue, the good fight to fight.

My inventions fed the hungry, protected the weak,

bringing hope to lives lived in darkness, so bleak.

My words challenged people to pause and think,

giving their thirsty minds a refreshing, cool drink.

I wished to be valued for what I had done,

to be given love, thinking I had none.

I longed to be respected by those I held dear,

and hoped to wipe out all mistrust and fear.

Cherished by family, accepted by friends,

trusting in others, on me they could depend.

Rejected or ignored by most, accepted by few,

I knew not then I had found what only I knew.

History erased, treasure buried, life smothered,

but my dreams are for me and not for any other.

Though all good deeds fade as evil swells,

dreams are what is left when life takes all else.

© copyright 2008 mikeramsey