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
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