Poem 51. Fire In mY Heart

I see in my mind's eye
A land of make-believe
Where my eyes do not cry
And my hands are open to receive.

I hope against hope
A perfect world to live in
Where I can extend my rope
And patience will lead me to win.

A barrel of monkeys
Is enough to make my day
Not a ton of money
Which will bring me out of the way.

The fire in my heart
My soul's creative fire
Waiting for a bigger part
To reach the end of wire.

Oh, that fire in my heart
Is soaring like an eagle
I can't help it but to start
To collect my prize, my jewel.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with the logic of the poem.
"A barrel of monkeys
Is enough to make my day
Not a ton of money
Which will bring me out of the way."
I have a barrel of grandchildren that keep me young and hopeful. We need positive hope and purpose. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dhaye]

Yes, that's optimism. Thanks.