Dreams

I was once filled with wonderful things 

My mom called them dreams and she said one day they’ll come true 

How naive of me at my young age to think that fulfillment would flicker on like a light switch 

Now dreams go unfulfilled because I thought it’d be easy 

Easy to flip the switch when I wanted to 

Now I see the real deal 

Deferred dreams bear fruit ripe for the picking 

All I need is a ladder to reach my destiny 

The rotten, unworthy dreams have already fallen from the tree 

But the good, ripe promising dreams remain 

Holding on strong 

No matter the harshness of the season I go through 

Life keeps moving, fruit keeps bearing 

Hold fast to dreams they only die when you let them 

  

  

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2013