Son of a Dream
I progress from my regress far back behind the rest
Steady Improvement is the Chief Aim
So many are the years I wasted trying to be
...what the society wanted me to be
I?ve retraced my steps to where I lost my way
I?ve regained the platform from which I clearly perceive the horizons ahead
My dreams are now nearer than ever
...because in spite of them being further than they were yesterday
My failures in being something else has reaffirmed in me
...the faith that this is the function whose tool I am
Hence efficiency is the native merit expected of me
...and I promise to effortlessly and efficiently fulfil to the pleasure of analysts
Now I have a stronger will
From my hard fall yesterday I have today healed a stronger soul
I am a front warrior in a war against mediocrity
I am an evangelist of optimism in a county of pessimism
I am a politician in the democracy of dreams
I am a mason in the construction of a better reality
I am an actor in the play of successful living
I am a student in the University of Life
I am a seeker of the Universal Keys
I am a shooting star with a definite course, Infinity is my destination
But for now as tick-tock of the clock resounds
I am the ant with a defined purpose
History is my trusted friend, never lies to me
...and always enlightens me with better lessons
Time is my ally, always on my side
My dreams are the business plan
The seeds I hope to reap tomorrow
My skills, dedication, and passions are my equity
...the capital I count on
Mother Nature and the infinite mind are my guarantors
I fear not to take the highest risks for I am insured by the Policy of Faith
For me life is an endless series of opportunities
I dare to dream because I have the capacity to believe
I dare to strive because I trust in my native abilities
I have a name that has no one else
It is a name that must be built with candid effort from the ground up
I am now digging the foundation for this castle of a name
For at the end of the day
It begins with the fact that I am standing at the gate of possibilities
My spirit has brought me thus far, what?s left is to walk in
Shall I knock or shall I let myself in
Let me first proclaim my name and see if the children of souls recognize
I am Wiseton Prins, the Son of a Dream
Suspense... what happens next
Alertness.. Excitement.. Exhilaration..
Elation... Anticipation... Confidence..
Emotional Power
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment