The Dreamer Poem by John Yaws

I was sitting at my desk tonight-
It seems my thoughts took wings,
And flew back down the path I chose…
And showed me many things.

Things I took for granted,
That now so precious seem-
To when I was a youngster-
And had just begun to dream.

A dreamer? Yes, I must admit-
I've been one all my life.
Poor parent to my children-
Poor husband to my wife.

My mind entranced by fantasies-
That never could be real…
But knowing that, changed not a thing
Nor helped the way I feel.

There is still in me a wanderlust-
Desire to search for gold-
And prowl the Rocky majesties-
Although I am too old.

I guess that's just the way I am-
I cannot tell you why-
But the day that I no longer dream…
Will be the day I die.