Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | April 29, 2012

LOST DREAMS


LOST DREAMS

 

Munching noodles past midnight,

It’s nearly two o’clock…

He could not sleep so will just write

And ponder, taking stock.

-

His wife would like to find a dream…

A vision to be tasked,

It’s been a frequent thought for her

 And this week someone asked.

-

They both had dreams of kids and home,

Alas those dreams are dashed…

It’s been a source of bitterness

Often over years rehashed.

-

They live in an apartment now,

The children never were…

They probably won’t leave the place

Until they are interred.

-

The wife wants dreams to replace

Dreams that are lost or died…

Even short and medium goals

In which she can take pride.

-

For health reasons neither one of them

Would last long overseas…

But something that she could do at home

To minister would please.

-

She cannot see for embroidery

Or to write a computer blog page…

She wants to be a useful soul,

Instead of being caged.

-

Her man, he writes, and can get out

To earn a little bread…

If only she found ministry

To occupy her head!

 

—Jonathan Caswell

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  1. Ah this is sad :( but beautiful!


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