Foolish Dreams
Who’s to say what dreams are fool?
They may seem foolish to you
but to the dreamer,
Ah,
tis a world of hope renewed
Is it foolish to want children
when none can be had?
Or foolish to want
not to be sad?
If it’s foolish to think
one might fly like a dove
then foolish it is
to yearn for love
but never will the dream,
ever foolish be,
when it’s dreamt from the heart
and set loose to be free.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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