The Dream

This poem is the story of my life

It is a messy one.

And I've shed tears of hope and strife.

Oh look, there goes another one.

 

When a person really cares

they'll do what'ere it takes

to acheave a life long goal--

they learn from their mistakes.

 

I'm reaching now, high above

into the cloudles sky

striving toward the goal and then

I'll watch the stars go by.

 

The dream of dreamers far and wide

is no great dream for me

for when one really dares to dream

the dream is true indeed.

 

My dream is not to live the dream

of the American

the dream is simple and is this:

to be a better man.

 

As I now hold with treambling hands

this little dream of mine

I wish upon my wishing star

to make me good and kind.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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