Life Is But A Dream
by David Johnson
When you came here to this place
You carried dreams with you
And, now I ask, did they come true?
Or were they lost, or just misplaced
In the details of your journey
Or are they now just flotsam
On your life’s beleaguered shore
Or did you hide them deep inside
To view them never more. . .
Have you shared them, have you bared them?
Held them up to scrutiny?
Or did they merely drift away
Hoping to be found someday. . .or
Did childhood nightmares come to be
The crux of your reality
What kind of hope has life infused
To buoy up your eroding views
What satisfies, and brings you peace,
And goads you on to excellence;
Remember, friend, remember well
Our hopes and dreams trump life itself!
