Dreams
Dream big, they once said, then anything you’ll be
The pressure is on by the time I turn three
He'll be doctor, an actor, win Olympic gold
There’s no longer time for the playdough to mould
No time for decisions the clock starts to tick
You must push him now to become the first pick
Dream big, they once said, then anything you’ll be
My age has now tripled, shot up like a tree
I’ve learned how to listen and do what I’m told
The world is on fire, no sitting, no cold
His test marks are high, but he lacks concentration
Investment ready made, copyright imagination
The graphs on the wall teach compare and contrast
In more than P.E. we are told to run fast
He’s bright, no doubt, but due dates he misses
Shape his focus, his structure, stop doting on wishes
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