some are more tangible
so we chase them.
Some dreams are made of gold dust
that can so easily slip through our fingers
when we grasp hold of them.
Some dreams promise no riches
but are richer beyond compare
these are the dreams of the heart
where two become one.
Which poses the question
which dream is for you?
The one filled with gold dust
that can so easily slip through your fingers
or the one that puts a twinkle in your eye
and can last forever.
Which one would you choose?
8 August 2009
They see someone with happinessand wish they had a sharein all the happiness and fun.When you ask them whythey don’t have someone,they turn, frown, and simply sayall the good ones are gone.This view isn’t only with the ladies,I know a lot men whowill say the same sort of thing too,that all the good ones are…
faces appear to me,faces that have long faded away.Some I wonder where they arewhile others in heaven resideas I go on recalling daysthat will never come again.20 July 2014
attention seekers.They draw attention to themselvesby what they wear.They strut their selvesso people will look at them.All because they wantto be the centre of attentionno matter what they do.There are some who stealothers ideas proclaimingthem as their ownto bolster their egoto gain attentionthat they don’t deserve.2-5 December 2015
like to be one day.That dream of our pot of goldat the end of the rainbow.The pot of golddoes not always meanriches and wealth,but dreams we want to be,a place where we’d love to live,the love we always want.To each of us that pot of goldis something different,something of our hearts desire.We climb the green…
Occasionally we have to stop awhile,and ask someone for advice.Not all advice is good,and nor is it bad.However, advice is advice;to all we should take heed.A little help is always welcome,from where ever it may come.It’s just how we use it,which makes it good or bad.
shining bright with my nameembossed across the centre.It is a nice dream,then I wake up to realityonly to find myselfjust little ole me.One day I may have a roomwith my name embossedin a star across the door,and then I can smile to myselfand declare that I’ve made it,I am a star.Until that day comes alongit…
