Dreams that do not become reality
We can always dream and hope
I spread my hand in supplication.
My eyes glowing with the unexpected,
Assurance that yes it will happen
And happen soon.
But, then again nothing.
Was hoping to win the lottery
Was hoping to meet you.
And still I am waiting , dreaming.
Turning every penny in my hand
Hoping against hope that this time
Just this time,
Paradise will be put down there before me.
Just for me and then some
To share with the children,
Trust fund for the grandkids
And so on
And maybe who knows my own flat or house .
Which ever will safest , to leave alone.
As I plan on doing a lot of traveling.
Montreal in September
Pondichery in November
And then December stay put for the winter months.
But ,…
The reality of life
Hits again and nothing
At all happens
And nothing will change
And why should it ?
What did I do to deserve this
And
And then I close my eyes.
I will not cry .
I will not give in to despair .
Tomorrow is another day
And a new promise, and more dreaming.
DrAndnew
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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