A Deceased Dream

A Deceased Dream I wanted to bury a dream of mine It had lived in my mind for a very long time The dream seemed real, At least to me It held my hopes, the joys that I thought would be I mourned for it, this dream of mine I thought of it all of the time But who would come to the service? I had to think, It came to me as quick as a blink Why his four brothers, I had no doubt I’d met them all over the years Mr. Regret, accompanied by Self-Pity, Depression and Anger The only problem was, once there They didn’t want to leave I had another thought that I liked better I’d breath my dream in a bright yellow balloon Then knot the bottom And let it go Perhaps my dream would come true For whoever found my yellow balloon BJ Cuber