Make Believe Poem by David Harris
Make Believe
Life is full of make believe,
dreams of earnest topping fame.
Gilded Lilies spring up everywhere
as if in some dark nightmare.
We look with weary eyes
at temples we want to climb.
The shrines we want to spell out our name,
but with heavy sighs, we heave,
knowing our dreams are but make believe.
Each hill we climb
brings us closer,
to our vacant dreams departed.
Still we strive towards them,
hoping one day to catch a glimpse,
of what our heart wants most,
the dreams that will not fade,
in the hollow halls,
of the land of make believe.
Dreams become the true, if you really want them too...10
And Dreams, and fantasy are extremely good for the Soul and the mind! Love this one as well! Theo
Ah, but no...no! Dreams are never make believe...they are only unrealized truth! Lovely poem....from the land of make believe.
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I would like to translate this poem
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I find this a sad reflection of the fate of so many who dream but never act to make reality of their dreams. They believe, or are taught to believe that where they are now is their place in life and to think otherwise is futile. A sad and cruel, so cruel! , lie.