Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Elusive Dreams


Each day I search
for that elusive dream,
the one that is just out of reach.
The closer I get to it,
the farther it seems away.
Always it seems farther
than my arms can reach.
One day I hope to catch it,
but I’ve been saying that for years.
I’ve watched other people reach out
and their dreams are there,
but mine just seem
to be moving farther
and farther away from me.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, July 06, 2011
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  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (11/21/2007 4:19:00 PM)

    Yes my friend, our dreams some times are always out of reach, but it does not mean we should stop trying how ever unlikely they may be...10 (Report) Reply

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