I had a dream many years ago; <br />countless people would know my name <br />and many would appreciate <br />all the things I did. <br /> <br />As the years turned into a score, <br />I wondered if my dream <br />was only just a dream <br />and reality had something else in store for me. <br /> <br />Another score of years went by, <br />my dream began to lose its glow, <br />and the dark fringes of reality <br />slowly began to step in. <br /> <br />My dream seem to be an outcast now <br />something you didn’t associate with, <br />but it left among the embers <br />hot coals to ignite the flame again. <br /> <br />More years now went by <br />totalling to almost half a century <br />when the dream began to ignite <br />and become reality again. <br /> <br />The stars don’t seem so far out of reach <br />and the mountains not so hard to climb, <br />but was the journey worth it <br />now questions linger on my mind. <br /> <br />In the wastelands of my past <br />lie things I will never get back. <br />The bitter pill of payment for whatever <br />I may receive from my dream. <br /> <br /> <br />6 August 2010<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-had-a-dream-2-2/
