I Had a Drean

 

 

 

 

 

I Had a Dream

 

Last night I had a dream that was scary.

It was only a dream but I took it to heart.

It was quite vivid and left me weary.

I tried to get out of it but it was really hard.

 

Now, I am worried it just may come true.

I’m old and an omen it may very well be.

I’m okay now but I’m feeling quite blue.

A dream only but it may happen to me.

 

A teacher in limbo in my dream I was,

Lost in the woods and couldn’t find my school.

Found on the road, anxiously waiting for a bus.

If a bus had come, it would have been cool.

 

I walked and I waited and no bus came by.

A teacher lost, I must have looked like a fool.

I walked and I found a little house nearby.

To people there I asked, “Where is my school?

 

With vacant eyes, they all looked at me.

They gave me direction and there I went.

I walked to the spot but nothing I could see                                 I did find that to the wrong place I had been sent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I found myself nowhere and soon I realized,

  That it was a dream, but what did it mean?

  The feeling it left me with I really despised.

  Will I really become the man in the dream?

 

  Alzheimer’s disease soon came to my head

   Was my dream an omen of what I will be?

 Will I be lost in the woods in the days ahead?

I really hope and pray that doesn’t happen to me.

 

                                      Having two dementia patients in a family,

         A double burden it surely would be.

 That burden in my family I would hate to see.

     Please, God, don’t let that happen to me!

 

    I’m old and, at times, some things I forget.

     But I’m hoping that it is because I am old.

     “I’m sure that disease you never will get. 

       You still look too sharp!” I’ve been told.

 

     When they tell me that, I knock on wood,

     And hope that the Lord is always with me.

      Forget that awful dream, I think I should,

    And think that free of that disease I will be.

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

Wow...this really hurts, I can feel your pain. I am not that old only 26 but I am a caretaker and I do hospice work. I have seen mental disintegration at it worst...and some not so bad cases, but what I have come to realize is if you ask a man who is lost in his head where he is...he will never tell you he is lost...because there mind is not going away it is going home. I understand there is not much consolation here and the thought that you may one day become a burden to you family is terrifying, but self recognition is the first sign that your mind is still with you. So say what you need to and do what you need to, and don't ever let the thought of one day not having it keep you from using it in the first place. Beautiful poem haunting and beautiful.