Without The Dreamers Poem by Randy McClave

Without dreamers we would have only the realists
The people who represent things as they really are;
Goodbye, we would say to the fantasizers and the idealists
No longer would we wish or hope upon a falling star.

The moon would no longer be made out of cheese
And the sun no longer would be compared to a lemon drop,
Our children wouldn't know about the birds and the bees
And to romance or to stargaze; they'd be told to stop.

From reality no longer could we run away and hide
And goodbye we would say to all of the visionaries,
To our secret or imaginary friend we no longer could confide
And no longer would we talk about what ifs, or wishes or fairy's.

Stories of fiction would all be dead and forever gone,
Remember; 'cover your mouth so your soul doesn't escape when you yawn',
In the eye no longer would there be that special gleam
Without the dreamers; we couldn't escape or dream.

Randy L. McClave