Shattered Dreams

SHATTERED DREAMS When I was young and still had dreams, with all my life before me I dreamt of fame and fortune, where all the world adored me Perhaps I’d grace the silver screen, the T.V. and the stage And be acknowledged as the greatest actor of the age. Or, if I didn’t make it on the screen or on the boards, I’d be a sporting colossus at Wembley or at Lords. And, when I got too old for that, I’d be a politician; I’d quickly work my way up to a prominent position. I’d be the Leader of the House, run ministries and then The crowds would wave and cheer me as I entered number ten. But now I’ve reached maturity, it seems it’s not to be And public recognition is simply not for me. No-one’s illegally tapped my ‘phone, my e-mails haven’t been hacked My wife’s not been photographed down at the gym while her ‘trainer’ massages her back The tabloids all ignore me; they’ve found nothing to chase me for. When I peep through the curtains each morning, there’s no paparazzi surrounding my door. They’ve shown not the slightest interest in the contents of my diary, And I’ve not been made the subject of any public enquiry. So now I have to face the fact that fame is not for me And, when I die I’ll literally – go down in history 25th June 2021 A Broken Person Poetry contest Sponsor - Faraz Ajmal