when young he dreamed of touching the sky
when pretending to sleep in the crib
many friends of the family
came and went
commenting about this and that
my conscience told me this is exactly
how it will be in the end
bored from all the attention
I fell asleep and
dreamed of becoming the man
who lived to touch the sky
july two thousand fourteen
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“my conscience told me this is exactly
how it will be in the end”
Yes. 🙂 Good piece
thank you for visiting and commenting and noticing my friend
Ahh, the unreachable dreams of youth.
Indeed, Archie.
We can still touch the sky, John. Lovely poem!
No question about it, Millie…thank you
Oh my gosh, John – completely lyrical and enchanting – beautiful! K
Thanks so much, Kathleen.
Another “Wow” John, simply lovely!
Glad you enjoyed this one, Lauren. Thank you.
I agree with Lauren, definitely a wow!! Such an elegant and meaningful poem, and if I picked up a novel written with prose like that I’d be in readers heaven! 🙂
that would be wonderful…thank you so much Suzy!
Precisely – it always ends where it all begun…
Sort of funny how it works out….