ON DREAMS
by Vanessa R.
Dreams are a funny, peculiar thing.
They hug us and cheer us and help us to sing.
But often they’re fragile, so easy to break,
So easy to lose and then it’s too late.
Dreams are what help us keep thinking ahead.
We see things that might be, dream them up in our beds.
But even in real life, our dreams can come true.
I’ve seen all this happen; it can happen to you !
All you must do is never give up,
And always remember each dream that you’ve thunk.
Write them down, say them loud, hide them deep in your socks.
When things start to look gloomy, take them out of their box.
They’ve got special powers to keep your hopes up,
Turn your frowns into smiles, get you over that rut.
Keep all your dreams safe; don’t forget that they’re there,
Even way after you’re old with grey hair.
You’re never too young or too old or too slow—
Just give them some water and help them to grow.
It’s never too late; dreams can really come true.
I’ve seen all this happen; it can happen to you !
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