I Had A Dream 2

I had a dream many years ago;
countless people would know my name
and many would appreciate
all the things I did.

As the years turned into a score,
I wondered if my dream
was only just a dream
and reality had something else in store for me.

Another score of years went by,
my dream began to lose its glow,
and the dark fringes of reality
slowly began to step in.

My dream seem to be an outcast now
something you didn’t associate with,
but it left among the embers
hot coals to ignite the flame again.

More years now went by
totalling to almost half a century
when the dream began to ignite
and become reality again.

The stars don’t seem so far out of reach
and the mountains not so hard to climb,
but was the journey worth it
now questions linger on my mind.

In the wastelands of my past
lie things I will never get back.
The bitter pill of payment for whatever
I may receive from my dream.

6 August 2010

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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