I can't afford to dream
I don't have time to lose
I much prefer what's real
and I have paid my dues
if wishing is for fools
and planning is for kings
I just may aim at flight
and test my fragile wings
for I will never cease
to dare mortality
to seize each fleeting hour
beyond reality
as he who lives on dreams
or plans of what may be
forgets to leave his mark
upon infinity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we didn't have dreams, what would we have....another lovely write Barry.. Annette
But don't just dream. We mush follow our dreams. Thanks again.