Kindergarten Dreams

When I was younger

I was an astronaut

Life was full of cardboard rocket ships and pasta drain helmets.

I was an artist

Crayola High class oil paints and apartment wall canvases.

I was a super hero

Baby blanket capes and sibling super villains’.

I was anything

President, Princess,

Teacher, Cook,

Dancer, Singer,

Photographer, Firefighter.

They say everything you need to know you learn in kindergarten.

Like the famous sharing is caring,

Don’t call people names,

And it doesn’t matter what you look like.

The world of five second friends and nap time dreams.

They tell you can’t be the president,

The odds of being voted are too low.

You can’t be an astronaut,

No one is needed in outer space.

You can’t be an artist,

No one wants new age paintings or mural masterpieces.

But then what?

Burger fryer Being paid minimum wage?
Bus driver looking at children yet to discover that they had been lied to

That high class dreams and wishes never get finished

Just put away to think of what could.

Never give up; being one in a million is still a chance.

And there will be a time where we can have kindergarten dreams.