I know you want the best for me-
and with a generosity that's hardly modern,
a selflessness that vanished long ago
like footprints in a snowy alley
when the wind blows in more snow.
I know you want to make my dreams come true-
poor me, poor you.
For my dreams, I'm warning you,
are like the traffic lights on Broadway
in the dark: blinking red, green and yellow,
some, red, for stop, some, green, for go,
but yellow, most, for 'take it slow.'
For 'prepare to stop.'
I just wanted you to know.
Yeh, I've had a few come true-
a few-no more than my share.
As many as I could pocket.
Sure, there couldbe more,
but, dreams are costly,
as you who've yet to find yours
may come to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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