The Dreamer - Poem by Andrea Ugona
A: You are a dreamer
B: Not really
A: Yes you are
B: No I am not
A: Yes you are, pipe down let me tell my interestee.
She dreams of flowers that dance in the wind,
She dreams of ice – creams that cry in the sun,
She dreams of guys that have the best of manners (as if) ,
And she dreams of food that bubble and simmer on the fire.
She dreams of a fruitful universe,
She dreams of a woman president (that’s me) ,
She dreams big and wide,
But like the snow, it melts away.
B: All that you say my friend will happen, you just wait and see.
A: As if.
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