A Dream

Pardon me sir, but can i borrow a dream?

Borrow a dream?

How can that be?

You are still young, I'm very old

surely you should have

more dreams than me to unfold?

I did, sir.  Five bags full I had...

Five bags full you say?

And you lost them all on your way?

You're a negligent boy, my lad!

Without dreams you are sure

to go mad.

I didn't loose them, sir, I gave them away...

Gave them away?

Do you not know?

Dreams are not for giving away.

Dreams are for hope, for  secret desires, 

dreams are life's burning fire!

That I do know.  But you see, sir...

I'll tell you what I see, lad.

A boy with no dreams,

trying to trick an old man with lost dream schemes.

Well, I may be old and nearly cold.

but my dreams are mine, 

my Acapulco gold!

I'll be on my way, sir.  Enjoy your dreams,sir.

I hope you will live the one I last gave to you, 

you know, the one where you'll find love again 

and your kind heart will beat again, 

where we'll  go fishing together, 

father and son forever.

Author's Note

This is still a work in progress. I struggled with the rhythm a lot. Any suggestions,advice or constructive criticism welcome. Thanks!

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love this little tale! Dreams are something special for each soul to have!

[shoaib]

really great.... i love the way you told this story

[Dream Weaver]

I thought this was absolutely enchanting, a story within a story.
After all Dreams are what we are all made of. Nice job Lourisa.