A Dream Serene
If the world I am not gifted to astound,
Then let me by others’ genius be regaled.
Perchance by fervent crowds I shall not be crowned,
But O, the joy when I’m by loyal friends hailed.
A life lush with lucre I can scant surmise,
The gold of contentment will for me suffice.
If I am never to know a love supreme,
Then, my mistress moon, weave me a dream serene.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017
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