Lost Dreamers

Dreams, dreams, dreams

It seems that they will always be

Just a few feet away

Just out of reach

But always in our site

So it keeps us hungry

Thirsty, desperate for more

Like some poor, old begger

Kncoking on a car door

 

Until wishing, hoping

Becomes a routine

And humanity

In all of our supposed glory

Sees fit to sit back, relax

And watch as life passes us by

Consoling ourselves with

The promise pf tomorrow

Until God has no more tomorrows to give

 

Then We lay on our death bed

Sober and alone

Reminiscing over our droll life

Thinking of all our crazy dreams,

All our unfulfilled wishes

Still crystal clear in our head

 

And as our breath starts to fade,

A smile's on our face

Because that childlike hope is still there

 

 

Author's Note

thanks for reading:) God Bless

Reviews

[∠( ᐛ 」..]

This poem is so beautiful and wonderful! I like the flow of words and thoughts!
Excellent job!
100/100

[Lost in Wonderland]

thank you very much
God bless

[∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿]

Your welcome :)

[Serenity Faith]

Wonderful! Too many times, do most people give up on their dreams, seeing them as a lost cause. Sometimes it seems we're just that dog barking at the end of it's chain, and dreams are that rabbit, that's just out of reach. Well done and very insightful. ^_^

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thank you! (and I like the metaphor)

[Tai Ryens]

Childlike hope existing in the heart of a dying man. I didn't expect that. Lovely concept.

[Lost in Wonderland]

thank you:)