I Still Dream Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

I still dream upon the seeds I sow
To reap each fruit from which it grew
Though my hands are too weak and too slow
Every clasp of a prayer, I could hoe

To bear my feet in every measure of gait
Or a step of dance to music I shall rate
To climb a mountain to the highest feet
I still dream though these legs hesitate

I still dream the whispers of your heart
Though these ears hear none to impart
Or for these eyes to sustain and retaliate
My fading sane that needs you to tolerate

Each leaf of memories; each high and low
Each page of laughter and beads of sorrow
Every back steps wherein I failed to show
I still dream of what a young man can do

Every breath I take, I take it my fortune
To catch the wind on the road of return
A childhood imposed to reside in my brain
Begun erasing these dreams I can't retain