Of Dreams Passed Down

The below poem is about how the dreams we have can inspire others, even if life just never makes them come true for us the way we imagined. So keep dreaming.

Of Dreams Passed Down

A man once passed a flowered field

in country lands unclaimed

and set within his heart a dream

of home here someday framed

yet going on, the man fell ill,

fast landing in some debt

though in his heart the dream burned on

for so his heart was set

the sun will rise, morning again

a place where dreams can be

where I will become whole once more

and rest in that country

some years then passed, the debt repaid

as war rose in its place

consuming that calm field with fire,

but still his dream he chased

the sun will rise, morning again

a place where dreams can be

where I will become whole once more

and rest in that country

yet war dragged on ’til wrinkled skin

laid him low in death’s bed

where in a faint and wispy voice

his child heard last words said

the sun will rise, morning again

a place where dreams can be

where I will become whole once more

and rest in that country

with war and violence now gone

the child’s heart swelled within

and bore him thence to lay him low

and bid him to heaven

then casting eyes upon the scene

in tears was moved to stay

and framed a home to join him there

’til old, and fat, and gray