A Thought, a Dream

To Roger with all my love Someday your story will be told A thought, a dream of yesterday; A word that someone spoke. An action born of bitterness-- A promise someone broke. A thought, a dream of other times; A voice in anger raised. A deed contained in selfishness; His actions never praised. A thought, a dream of days gone by-- A childhood lived in pain; A taunting, angry, bitter voice-- He feels the whip again. A thought, a dream-a childhood gone; A sad and lonely boy. A single tear rolls down his face, His innocence destroyed. A thought, a dream--an old man sits And thinks of long ago. He reminisces bitterly; He still feels every blow. A thought a dream; a shattered life-- Just mem'ries of a boy. If he'd been told that he was loved, He might have found some joy. Nov/09 D H Loewen