My Dream
Turning in the tangling labyrinth,
Of my prodigal dreams ,
Whose bearing is not on course,
My mind, becoming a whirlwind of thoughts,
And in despair I asked, “how do I live my dreams?”
Then,
I heard within my being,
A tiny voice of reason,
And it says,
"If you can give a morsel of bread,
To the one weary of hunger,
If you can quench the thirst,
Of a hungry weary traveler,
If you can lead a straying bird,
To its cozy nest,
You have lived your dream".
Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi | Year Posted 2013
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