A Dream Most Worthy
I lay me down upon my bed,
and lovely thoughts invade my head;
elusive dreams at best.
Dreams of people no longer hating,
hand in hand, not hesitating,
to bless and to be blessed.
No matter race, religion, gender,
love reaching out with touch so tender,
we become united.
Alas, for now, it's just a dream,
but surely a most worthy scheme:
Brotherly love ignited.
7/23/16
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016
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