Thursday, May 16, 2013


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 

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