Dream Maker

A little man lives in our brain back where the cobwebs grow His title is Creator of Dreams, I just call mine Joe I went to visit him today, told him a thing or two My dreams are weird since I got old, I've little else to do He chuckled and his voice was cold as he explained his life He said my dreams came from what I did- be it joy or strife Back in 1956 I got me a TV set Then followed the video games - the ones that I still do yet Lately I have added a thing called a cellular phone A gadget that ensures that I will never be alone No comedy or drama or romance that he could use To create dreams that man must have whether win or lose He said that was it, my dreams would not get any larger I shook my head in sorrow and went looking for my charger 1-14-20 Contest: Strand Select 11 Sponsor: Brian Strand