The Wordsmiths Book 2021

As I do now”.

Both knowing That this is the time to hold, Capture, preserve on oils, Forever. But did they know? He questions the dream. Or is this simply the poor relative of wisdom? Hindsight?

Is this (simply) a dream, Are these (only) his hopes,

for his life, For theirs?

Hope fading, As lives get lived in, Tattered, slightly tawdry,

Worn at edges, As they become Less hopeful, Less like they were (in that dream), Less filled with boldness.

More fearful now, All too mortal, Too conscious,

Filled with the dread of losing the dream, Waking up, To a reality of sorts, Where dreams are exposed raw, Laid bare, By those who know best, for what they are, Foolish, naive.

Too good for this world.

Dr. Michael Brohier

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