My Passion Made A Fantasy Poem by Nana Sampson

i was in fear when i was meant to hear
that my dreams would never be near
even when i was a baby, i could hear that lullaby
that a doctor was my sky
and i used to cry
because i knew, that ought to be my ply
a doctor was a bitter pill
that my heart my heart should fill
now i hold her pulse with my heart still in that drill
poem that was meant to thrill
was cast amongst the mill
the money though will be coming
my heart gradually is dying
my passion made a fantasy