Steams, Screams And Streams Poem by John Sensele

I expect in 2017 to rise
Above love
And fly without surprise
On wings of a white dove.

I expect my lecturing career
To thrive
Because, love, my dear
Ensures my pure dreams in 2017 arrive.

I expect success and progress
For my grandsons
To relieve my stress with neither waitress nor mattress
But love weighing several megatons.

I expect 2017 to yield
Realization of dreams in my teams
Where a field
Of love streams and screams.