Dreamers Thinkers Believers - Poem by Elena Sandu
Humans, we're being taught to sit back
and keep away from associating big words to 'I'.
Sir Modesty, would be a tool to soothe the soul
but also be a heavy chain, the escape from
our kind lady Moderation's control.
At a first glance, thoughts about those
dreamers thinkers believers making me gasp: 'Wow! '
How great, to have a mind preoccupied by changes
such a noble thing!
Yet again, I was reminded that those people
were often singled out, isolated, and given
only laughs rather than admiration claps.
How many of this world's dreamers, thinkers
or believers lives ended in poverty and loneliness?
Who could count them all? To how many out of all
were gifted a social great glory?
Yet, I would dare to guess, the unknown were not filled
with much unhappiness.
As they may have found something that could never be bought
with a favor at the court
or, to these days huge accounts at several banks.
Those people found the freedom of mind,
freedom of soul.
Is there a greater happiness?
After all, maybe I was right to say 'WoW! '
One day after long gone
I could hardly have the honor to be perceived as such:
A dreamer that dreamed of peaceful worlds,
Yet such would never stop me try to find new ways
walk the people back on the Nature's path
as believers, grateful followers of Her Highness,
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