Destiny
Don’t laugh at daydreams!
That childish doodle
Scribbled on the math paper,
That drawing on the essay.
Those eyes that look out
The window and see beyond the
Teacher’s understanding
Might foretell the future!
Dreams are seeds that grow
And twine into a bridge that
Ideas cross, to become the hope
Of realities yet to come.
Who imagined man could fly?
Who guessed a magnitude
Of horsepower could be contained
Beneath a metal hood?
The great designer starts
With the rough and childish
Sketches of that daydreamer
Who sees a vision past today.
The child obsessed with nature’s lore
Becomes the famous botanist
Who finds a cure, in nature’s
Hidden secrets, for human ills.
Beware the feverish world
That fears dreams, afraid of change,
That blindly reaches out
To stifle those who break the mold!
Hold in your palm your seeds.
Plant them in the fertile soil of thought.
Water them, feed them.
Let them grow unfettered.
For this is our tomorrow.
Without dreams, ideas, hope,
There cannot be a future!
Shrug off the disbelievers!
Smile back at those who laugh,
Prisoners in their strait-jacket minds.
Spin your dreams far out, and weave a
Gossamer and steely bridge to destiny!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
