Dream
By Roger Mar Lasco
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I dream that someday
I'll be climbing on top
Of the mountain of gold
To toil the hidden wealth
Beyond my youthful years
That would make me happy and gay
When my hairs are growing gray
But it's just a dream
Like water in desert storm
Never give breath to earth
To feed the hungry worms
Because it's just a dream…!
But it's better to have a dream
Rather like fools that pull the moon
Chasing wildly the blue stars
Never shines across cloudy sky
But fools are contented and happy
When they toss the wine of fantasy
Over the cup of melancholy…!
Look at the vines that climb
In the branches of tall trees
Dreaming to catch the gusty winds
In the early morning breezes
The sun that rises in eastern sky
With its enticing beauty of golden rays
Slowly fading its glorious light
All of these reflect to great delight
That life like vines also climb
Like the sun sets and rises again
When early morning comes
Full of hope in the game of chance…!
Now, I'm climbing and struggling
To reach the highest peak of my dream
With flame of hope, patience and sacrifices
Are my weapons and my shields
To conquer the herculean tasks ahead
With God Almighty as my light and guidance
Now, I have molded the grains of my dream
It's now a reality that fits to my wish
To hitch my wagon to the stars
Today, I am now proudly waving
The flay of my success and victory
Now the story can be told
My legacy as I am becoming old…!
*If you find errors in this poem they are intended.
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