<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreaming</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waking up takes so much effort, <br>I crawl out of bed, <br>dreading my day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I should... <br>if I only could, <br>find a way... <br>not today. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In craziness I start off, <br>kids, dressing, feeding, fighting, and being cross. <br>Oh forget it...really? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this point, this day seems silly! <br>A moment of quiet before I start my job, <br>fix the final touches, lashes perfect, hair done, teeth brushed.... <br>now time to run. <br>A glance at my reflection, <br>yes... <br>no one can tell.... <br>I torture myself in my own little hell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a flip of my hair I start the car, <br>on the radio...another scar..... <br>channel flipping while weaving through traffic..... <br>always a rush, and time for panic. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning meetings, <br>I stop to dream..... <br>alittle thought about the happy me. <br>Foiled by challenges that really can't be met, <br>oh geez is this day over yet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I approach a stranger staring blankly.... <br>do you need help? here...something to see..... <br>he smiles at me, as if a great feat... <br>so contagious...I listen to his story. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His loss, his growth, and much much more, <br>story of sadness, <br>and resolving life.... <br>about him loosing his wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cries softly as he tells me more.... <br>lifting his chin, as I've done before, <br>he tells me its resolved inside his heart... <br>ready to make a new start. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hope he had, <br>after all that was bad.... <br>affected me...wanting to dream. <br>Things may not always be what they seem. <br>I'm not alone in this place I call hell. <br>People they suffer, <br>but only time can tell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So in this I find that I can dream. <br>My wanting heart... <br>My wanting life.... <br>Yet once again...my eyes can gleam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So yes... <br>I have a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=JAR+Poet">JAR Poet</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417044" data-title="Dreaming de JAR Poet" data-description="Waking up takes so much effort, I crawl out of bed, dreading my day. I know I should... if I only could, find a way... not today. In craziness I start off, kids, dressing, feeding, fighting, and being cross. Oh forget it...really? At ..."></div> </div> </div>

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