Ann Marie Forest
American Dream - Poem by Ann Marie Forest
Imagine us today as old,
wondering why the world's gone cold.
Remembering when the people here,
had nothing much at all to fear.
Things were simple, there was time in a day;
People were real and God was the way.
What has happened to the American Dream?
Misery now is all it brings!
Take me dear Grandfolk, people of mine,
to a beautiful, peaceful and happy time.
Through your memories are masterpieces, I'll never see,
except for the way you explain them to me.
Wars and rumors of war, they will abound.
There is no peace, not anywhere around.
This world's gone cold without care, without love,
the only light here is from God up above.
Look upward and on happy thought,
for there's nothing to do here but keep what we've got;
until Jesus returns, to take us home,
it's here we'll struggle but we're not alone.
American Dream, I cannot see
that's is here or there for you or for me.
As ice is to water, man is to dust,
nothing we have is without moth or rust.
Things are just things, they help us no more.
The American Dream? An open door?
With a bottomless pit, where torment and hell, forever run hot,
A place where we've earned all that we've got.
The simple times full of beauty and love,
only exists in Heaven above.
Please give us this day, our daily bread,
sustain us now til we're taken or dead,
but please make it soon, please take us away,
to live with You in Heaven, your way.
Imagine us today as young,
in a world filled with those we love,
no worries, no death, no looking above
for goodness and guidance and hope to come;
but to be there with God, The Holy Spirit and Son.
Looking forward to life, no struggles, no strife.
Dreams are unheard of, for they've all been fulfilled,
all living according to what God has willed.
All are happy and filled with bliss,
no thought of yesterday, for there's nothing to miss.
American Dream, what is it you say?
It was something somewhere, a whole world away.
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