Long before I was born;
It existed in nascent form.
Supple yet strong;
It stayed with me all along.
It crawled with me on silken floor;
Making my eyes shine evermore.
It rocked with me the wooden horse;
Promising to partner along;
My life’s course.
A part of it came from my dad;
Who maybe saw, Pleasure’s dearth.
Mom contributed her part too;
Filling it with galore of mirth.
It’s changed in form,
Grown in size too;
Thought someday;
It would come true.
A lifetime chase;
Full of vigour and rage.
Its difficult to keep up to its pace;
Now that I have come of age.
When I shall write my will;
An unwritten part shall there be still.
Inherit it shall one day thee;
An unfinished part of me.
Let it stay, if you may;
Offer my dreams light of day.
Let it grow with you my child;
No matter how unruly and wild.
Embrace it as someone yours;
That shall stay in you for years.
Then one day shall you see;
The dream’s been yours and not me.
We are not here to chase it down;
Or make it talk of town.
We all need a dream, to carry on;
A capstan to anchor on.
From me to you and onwards;
A treasure to be passed on;
A treasure to be passed on;
'My dream' is a lovely poem, easy to read and understand. I get bored with long poems, but this one kept my attention to the end.............love the rhyming as well. Thank you
We all need a dream, to carry on; A capstan to anchor on. From me to you and onwards; A treasure to be passed on; A treasure to be passed on; ..... hard work needed as all dreams not come true..but very vivid description... well thought of verse....10 read mine 'All drams cnot come true' and butterflies around
nice poem, yeah everyone should have a vision and mission to carry it out in right path...
That's hope. Or as you call it a dream. Beautiful poem!
Great piece of art. It gives the imagination good thought. This lets the reader visit and has good wonder. I have a poem entitled 'Treasures' you might like to read? Thank you for the invitation to read more of your poetry! DC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dream is certainly a treasure in us........ let it be carried and passed on earth...