Dreams…
Some are big,
Others just small
You’ve got to choose,
Can’t have them all
Dreams…
Some come true,
Others, sadly, can not
A few you remember
Most you forgot
Dreams…
Some are important,
Others, you can live without
For some you’ll have to fight
But others are on your route
Dreams…
Some last a day,
Others a lifetime
Not only dream at night, but
Also at daytime
Dreams…
Some are possible
Others are not
But you have to dream on,
Sometimes it’s all you got
Just Patty
As I thought about the subject for my article this week, I felt as though I wanted send out a message that offered people something inspirational. Unfortunately, I am no MLK or Lin-Manuel Miranda (sorry for the name drop in consecutive articles, it’s just Hamilton is… I mean, damn. Youtube their Tony Awards performance.) and there was no older gentleman to captivate me while I enjoyed a school play so I had to turn to written words for guidance. Poetry. Poetry is a past-time that gets the cold shoulder from many people from a young age. A lot of the time we can get confused by the meaning or maybe the transcription is a bit difficult to understand but poetry can open the door to so much.
My father loved poetry. His personal library consisted of 20 or 30 poetry books each between 200 to 300 pages filled with works from all different authors. His personal favorite was a piece from Robert Louis Stevenson called The Land of Counterpane. It is a work that focuses a lot on the imagination of a young boy playing with his toys. I have elected not to include it in this article because it can be more difficult to understand and sometimes the message doesn’t always hit home to those who come across it.
I chose to include this work, one I found not in the many pages of books left on an old dusty bookcase, but passed along to me over the years. As I searched for the author for annotation purposes, I realized that apparently this also happens to be the one of the first results in a google search for “dream poetry.” While it might hinder your perception of the poem, its meaning still stands as a testament to how we should all perceive our dreams.
We’ve heard the age old verbiage that you should never stop dreaming. You should never stop striving for you goals or believing in achieving the impossible but sometimes redundancy can become just as degrading as failure. So I wanted to give you guys something different. A message my father would be proud of. One he would have passed along to me this past Father’s Day.
Keep the faith and never stop dreaming.
