We die in our desires
To fulfill many things we wish to do
Yet hope is in the fires
Of which drives our toils and strengthens anew
After all without dreams
Where is the drink that refreshes the soul?
Without all the scenes
Which flow through our slumber's atoll.
My Father was a dreamer
Full of wishes and plans
Though, along came the redeemer
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday greetings