When I Was Young...
#21 of Poetry, both old and new
Just a small poem I wrote this morning. I had a dream of what I would call my perfect reality, and decided To share it here. I hope you like it. After all, we all have our dreams...
When I was young,
I had a dream,
Just a small house,
down by a stream,
Far away from all that mattered,
All the dreams that ended shattered,
Just a home where I could roam,
And be me....
Call it causality, maybe reality,
Call it a God, who looks
Tearfully, down at me,
Call it an arrogance,
call it ambition,
Never conformed, you can call it
Attrition,
Call it a fantasy, call it
My lunacy, call it
my dream...
But in my madness, and still,
In my sadness, There's something
I cling to with hope and a prayer
That one day I'll find it, or worse,
Leave behind it, but still it remains
Like the chains that bind it to me...
When I was young
I had a dream,
Just a small house,
down by a stream,
Call it a fantasy, call it
My lunacy, call it
my dream...