One Can Only Dream
Am I to live a poor
man’s life,
to struggle and toil
with hunger and
strife?
Am I to be lowly
kissing the feet of
kings
as they feast at
their tables
and they dance and
they sing?
Will success
continue to be a
stranger
as I fail again and
again with all of my
wagers?
Am I but a peasant
who dreams of
success,
who hopes to one day
be blissfully
blessed?
How long must I
endure this struggle
called life
before I can care
for my children and
wife?
Am I always to be a
footstool or will I
stand in the tower
looking down upon my
endless fortunes for
hour upon hour?
Am I one day to
aspire
or will I continue
to wallow in this
murk and this mire?
Is this hopelessness
just as it seems or
will my labors
deliver riches
beyond my wildest
dreams?
Will I achieve
status, fortune and
fame?
Will the people
cheer at the mention
of my name?
One can only dream.
One can only dream.
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