Work Your Dream Poem by Barry Middleton

A dream descends into my zone,
an angel tips its golden wing,
and in the wind an undertone,
proclaims I can have everything.

Some say that is preposterous,
but if you'll go to any length,
then just like me, the rest of us,
and even you, can find the strength.

Perhaps you may be lacking gold,
you only have to work for it,
a dream should not be cheaply sold,
the treasure map is all you get.

The path is there in front of you,
if you are stuck in some dire place,
just don your boots and bid adieu,
and find your share of precious grace.

The dream disclaimed an easy lot,
it only said it's there for you,
we must embrace what we forgot,
for life and love are treasure too.

I know that all of this is so,
the angel promised all these things,
and I was paid what I was due,
and all I did was spread my wings.