The day has beat you black and blue
And nothing has turned out right
Your heart and mind do not agree
That’s an ever-losing fight
Like a worm helpless upon a hook
In a rut you are feeling stuck
“Hey buddy, c’mon over here
I’ve got dreams for just a buck!”
You take the time to paint your nails
They’re done without a flaw
But no surprise this day it seems
Is from a page in ‘Murphy’s Law’
When BAD describes quite accurately
Your only kind of luck
“C’mon darlin’, take a look at these
your choice of dreams for just a buck”
At first it wasn’t natural
selling my dreams in such a way
but do you have any idea
how much people eagerly pay?
So many hearts are cold and empty
Also their lives so it would seem
Metallic robot imaginations
They forgot what its like to dream
I show them how to take back life
In their hands so they can feel
to create dreams their very own
will make life much more real
sadly hearts and minds are constantly
hit by the ‘Hopelessness’ truck
with money in hand, they’ll stand in line
buying my dreams for just a buck
This poem has captured my heart! You are very creative, and you write in such a way that opens up my mind! You really know how to capture the readers attention and express an important idea!
"...I show them how to take back life
In their hands so they can feel
to create dreams their very own
will make life much more real
sadly hearts and minds are constantly
hit by the ‘Hopelessness’ truck
with money in hand, they’ll stand in line
buying my dreams for just a buck..."
So true. I'v been teaching goal setting for years. Some just don't give a damn.
Thoughtful work and I love the rhyme.
Elizabeth
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2005
Interesting write. Also interesting that these
same dreams get sold in New York...a coast to coast
network?
LOl at Mountain Poet's comment.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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In their hands so they can feel
to create dreams their very own
will make life much more real
sadly hearts and minds are constantly
hit by the ‘Hopelessness’ truck
with money in hand, they’ll stand in line
buying my dreams for just a buck..."
So true. I'v been teaching goal setting for years. Some just don't give a damn.
Thoughtful work and I love the rhyme.
Elizabeth
same dreams get sold in New York...a coast to coast
network?
LOl at Mountain Poet's comment.
M.Rose