Dangersome Dreams
When I was very small I wondered what...
Wondered what special dreams may dance my way.
Not the dreams to visit one in one's sleep,
Rather the other dreams, dreamed in the day,
Dangerous dreams, dreams of the kind that stay.
When I became older, and yet still small,
I dreamed I was a hero, a great man.
When it rained I dreamed that I was Noah,
Remember Noah? Remember his plan?
Could I save the world? (Maybe I still can!).
For heroes don't have to be brave, you know!
Anyone can be a hero (can't they?)
A plan is all that is truly needed
Whereupon, your dream will show you the way
Because dangerous dreams are those which stay.
Yet, who needs a hero such as myself?
For heroes don't have to be brave you know!
But now I am very old (and still small)
And my dreams are always small ones also
And no longer stay - they come and they go.
And I dream a plan every now and then
Ah, but the best laid schemes of mice and men...
Copyright © Alan Jeeves | Year Posted 2022
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