I Had a Dream

Oh, it's just nothing, really, Well, I once dared to dream, It was crazy, a wistful whim And I earned misery for my folly. When you reach for the star The fall usually is steep You get hurt, you weep And you wage a losing war. I was cocky and I was rich And I walked with a strut, But then I fell on my butt Just as fame was within my reach. Oh, it only hurts when I sit, But then I sit quite so often, So I carry a cushion to soften my bruised bottom a wee bit. Not mine, it's someone else's tale... Oh, OK! It is my silly story, But I am fine, not to worry All is well if the 'end' is well! ~"Just within reach" contest by John lawless