Daydreams

My childhood daydreams much like any boy's, to be an astronaut or fly a jet enact their daring exploits with my toys dreaming a life like people I'd not met. Holding a tennis racket at chest height before a mirror, swaying at the hips imaginary rock star, hogging the limelight the latest chart songs streaming from my lips. But age brings less desire, more thankfulness for all, no matter how little, I've got when so many around have so much less, thank God for who I am, and what I'm not. The years unfold, those daydreams left behind just daytime TV for the human mind.

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James Inman

Date: 3/6/2018 8:13:00 AM

Were you daydreaming when you wrote this lovely piece Viv? Dreams I'm afraid have been my down fall, too much dreaming and not enough living. (My daydreams, by the way, were very different than yours. I dreamed of being a mad scientist and being taken away by space aliens).

Vijay Pandit

Date: 3/5/2018 6:20:00 AM

Sentiments well expressed..feelings that matter most as we age..enjoyed reading your poem, Viv.

Viv Wigley
Date: 3/5/2018 8:34:00 PM

Thanks, Vijay, appreciate you stopping by. Regards, Viv

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/5/2018 1:27:00 AM

- Dreams come ... dreams die ... and new dreams will come ... I never dreamed that I would write poems that the whole world should read :) - A lovely poem, Viv - Best wishes for a wonderful new week :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Viv Wigley
Date: 3/5/2018 8:35:00 PM

Taak, Anne-Lise, I may just be too busy to daydream nowadays. Viv x