Dreamer
  Music on the juke box,
Football on TV
No one taking very much notice of me,
Sitting back and dreaming
Of what my life could be
So much to do before I die, and so much more to see.
Thought my dreams were moving,
Could see the light ahead
But chances just keep slipping by, by hopes are clad in lead,
Not feeling so much lonely,
As numb and 'I don't care'
Who would really miss me if I wasn't there?
Plenty more to take the light,
Plenty more to star,
But I can't give up the feeling that one day I'll go far.

Comments:
 
Tiny   Tiny wrote
on 8/5/2008 7:29:21 PM
In that zone. But as you say there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 8/1/2008 11:47:37 PM
Are we not all dreamers, though some more than others? You took time to dream this very good poem up and to manifest the dream by writing it. "It may be that those who dream the most, will do the most".

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Written while sitting in a pub in Clapham, between scholariship auditions, way before I had any plans of teaching! Written Spring 1997
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