Dreams

Dream big, they once said, then anything you’ll be The pressure is on by the time I turn three He'll be doctor, an actor, win Olympic gold There’s no longer time for the playdough to mould No time for decisions the clock starts to tick You must push him now to become the first pick Dream big, they once said, then anything you’ll be My age has now tripled, shot up like a tree I’ve learned how to listen and do what I’m told The world is on fire, no sitting, no cold His test marks are high, but he lacks concentration Investment ready made, copyright imagination The graphs on the wall teach compare and contrast In more than P.E. we are told to run fast He’s bright, no doubt, but due dates he misses Shape his focus, his structure, stop doting on wishes