Dreams and Bubbles

A drop

or just one splash

vanilla-scented or with fruit

brings back the memories

from frosty battles

in my childhood.

***

There were no limits then,

like now, to what you could be

dream, wish for

and stay.

Now you must be all watchful

measuring stares

and words

and all your gestures.

***

Long gone are times when you just said

whatever you were thinking.

Kids can be carefree, but adults

must pause and dwell

on thoughts, they’d rather cover

like rent, or bills

or payments due.

Because that’s the foundation

for quiet life

without constraint.

***

But is it really worry-free

when you spend daily minutes

thinking, coping, or reworking

just how to pay your way

to quiet

happy days.

***

Why not have all of them serene

and joyful?

When has money become

the be-all, run all

and forget all?

No, it’s not money

you need to chase each day.

***

Love, kindness, and compassion

rule every action

when you know

there is a strength inside you

that doesn’t come from papers

or your bills.

***

Your worth is much beyond that.

It’s in the way you talk, you breathe,

and share

what’s in your heart,

your goals,

and help all others

who need a hand, a hug

or just a smile.

***

Don’t stop for money

when you’ve found a path

or it will turn all sour

and no hope come to dwell

in you

or in your home.

***

Forgetting little things

is not the way to move on.

You will stay trapped

and lie forlorn

behind the bars

to dreams.