The Reality Poet
Our Dreams
By: Samantha Fitzgerel
As children we have big dreams,
of who and what we want to be.
He wanted to be a fireman,
she wanted to be a queen.
Some want to rule their kingdom,
with purple robes and crowns.
I never wanted to be a princess,
I couldn't stand the frilly gowns.
I wanted to be a singer,
on a grand opera stage.
Instead of number one singles,
I had bottles & diapers to change.
Now I'm a wife and Mother,
my queen friend, she's a nurse.
And the boy who wanted to rule as king
is no longer a part of this earth.
My fireman friend went off to college,
I no longer know where he's at.
But wherever he is, I'm sure his job,
doesn't require a fireman's hat.
What happened to our aspirations?
Did we give up on our dreams?
Some live the dream they wanted,
some give them up completely.
I'm still a singer on a stage,
but its curtain holds in the shower.
My royal friend, fixes boo boos,
and gets paid well by the hour.
If you're lucky enough to be a child,
then take the time to read this poem.
Live out your dream for a little while,
cause one day it might be gone.
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
As children we have big dreams,
of who and what we want to be.
He wanted to be a fireman,
she wanted to be a queen.
Some want to rule their kingdom,
with purple robes and crowns.
I never wanted to be a princess,
I couldn't stand the frilly gowns.
I wanted to be a singer,
on a grand opera stage.
Instead of number one singles,
I had bottles & diapers to change.
Now I'm a wife and Mother,
my queen friend, she's a nurse.
And the boy who wanted to rule as king
is no longer a part of this earth.
My fireman friend went off to college,
I no longer know where he's at.
But wherever he is, I'm sure his job,
doesn't require a fireman's hat.
What happened to our aspirations?
Did we give up on our dreams?
Some live the dream they wanted,
some give them up completely.
I'm still a singer on a stage,
but its curtain holds in the shower.
My royal friend, fixes boo boos,
and gets paid well by the hour.
If you're lucky enough to be a child,
then take the time to read this poem.
Live out your dream for a little while,
cause one day it might be gone.
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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