Dreaming

My dream is to live till I am ninety five.
And become famous
For looking twenty five
With a fabulous figure.

To be invisible
And become a nosey parker.
Listening to confidential conversations
And going where I have never been before.

To time travel.
Go back to witness historical events.
Meet people I admire,
And find my ancestors.

To invent a happiness bomb
That will explode and saturate the world.
People will walk around with a permanent smile
And love one another.

My dream is to be
Accepted and loved
For who I am.
This wonderful creative passionate person.
But the facts are, I am who I am
And its all but a dream.
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Sophie
You are right, it is sentimental . At the time I wrote this poem I was questioning certain issues that where affecting my life. Happy to say they have been resolved. I find writing very theraputic at times.

Hi Val

Thanks for your feedback

The dream state of the mind is an oasis of reflections and very well illustrated in your poem.

Tell you what I think all the writer have gone writeoutquiet.

Listen could you do mme a small favour. There is a poem on review called 'Chocolate', which my 9 year old son has written. Please could you post a comment on it to make his day.

He has asked me to read it at the Howcroft on Sunday


cheers

Phil