The wishful thinker

Their once was a scruffy old man
who lived in a cardboard box
on a hard cold damp ground.
He always seemed rather jolly.
buried deep in his thoughts.
A jolly old soul people thought.
Thinking about pleasant situations
and a cunning quick way to get rich.
If He owned the world, and everything in it.
He would definitely make the world a better
place to be.
The only trouble he had was to let his imagination
run  wild.
And for the rest of the week he spent the hours Dreaming.
Sometimes he slept for days on end-forgetting about the time

He spent nearly half his life "dreaming,"  silly dreams.
The trouble was he wished his life away..
He just wished for nothing more than to quickly get rich.
One fine morning a passer by remarked on his fine smart clothes.
He woke up with such a great fright, thinking how on earth did I come by these fine silk clothes. He looked rather surprised.
And once again he became locked in his thoughts..
thinking about gaining some more material possessions.A day or two
later he woke up from his dream again. Opened his eyes wide in amazement surely I must be dreaming. But the poor old man became a little confused. Yes the old man got lost in his wishful thinking
not such a jolly old soul after all....     

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

be careful what you dream about

[ROSALIND]

I dream every single night But that is impossible we cannot control ours dreams I wish only our thoughts that we think when we are fully awake ....

[Dr. Wood ?]

I once met a woman who claimed that SHE could chose her dreams..to a certain extent