I work to make my dreams come true.

story poem

 

 

I work to make my dreams come true.

 

My working day draws to its close

The light is leaching from the sky.

The western sky shows tints of rose

appealing to my artists eye

 

I rose this morning with the sun

And broke my fast at break of day

Then did the chores that must be done

For soon I must be on my way.

 

I am not yet self sufficient

Although one day I hope to be.

For now I have to be content

 with working in a factory.

 

I am well paid for what I do

I earn enough to pay my way

and add some to my savings too

The same old routine every day.

 

At half past four I cycle home

Back to where I’d rather be

My collie dog bids me welcome

I loose his chain and set him free

 

My pot bellied stove may be old

but it still works efficiently

To me it worth its weight in gold

I have no electricity

 

It heats my home and cooks my food

Cost less than nothing to maintain

All it requires is firewood

And a good clean out now and again

 

I have my own sweet water well

Although the pump is in the yard

The water flows clear as a bell

 I do not need to pump too hard.

 

Whilst waiting for my meal to heat

There some things I need to do

Before my working day’s complete

I feed the goats and chickens too

 

Then I shall brew a pot of tea

My stew will soon be heated through

I sit relaxing comfortably

There’s nothing more I need to do.

 

Except to eat my meal and plan.

 Improvements I intend to do.

I have no doubt at all I can

In time make all my dreams come true.

 

 I am a very patient man

Dreams don’t come true overnight.

I knew this when my dream began

It will take time to get it right.

 

I am quite sure one day I’ll be

Free from the need to earn my pay

Escaping from the factory

To live my life a different way.

 

 Growing what I need to eat.

and tending to my   goats and hens.

No longer needing to compete

To me my dream makes perfect sense.

 

Although my friends think I am mad.

To choose to live a simple life.

I am quite sure I shall be glad

To leave behind the cares and strife.

 

Which daily I’m subjected to

Whilst working in a factory.

Where I am told what I must do.

It is less satisfactory.

 

Then living independently.

In my own house on my own land.

Which one day soon I hope to be.

My own domain which I command.

 

 No one to tell me what to do.

No one to say me yea or nay.

I work to make my dreams come true

and it draws nearer day by day.

 

Saturday, 10 December 2011

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