Life Is A Dream Poem by glen salem

Life Is A Dream



We think we can control everything, home and work and all the rest
The clock ticks off another moment and everyday the sun sets

We tell our children to be brave. Our policemen and fireman are as brave as could be
Then the baby sea turtles cross the beach alone, at night, and into the deep blue sea

We think we are a good friend. We are always dependable and there for them
The moon calls to us every day without fail, a life renewing celestial gem

We think we are generous. We do for others and we know what a dollar is worth
Our land gives us water and feeds us every day, all gifts from our dear Mother Earth

We build cities rockets and air planes, we build anything with great power
But can we build an apple or a tree or even a small fragrant flower

We are so smart. We are teachers, doctors, inventors, engineers, scientists oh my
But there is silence and confusion when a kindergartner stops to asks why

We care for our health every day with exercise and vegetables all home grown
Then we cut our finger and in total amazement we watch how it heals on it's own

We are a very powerful people. Together we stand and our opponents we pity
It rains, and the rain becomes a river, then an ocean which can swallow a whole city

We think our work is important. We must plan and practice we don't want any surprises
And as the night eases the birds begin to sing songs and the morning sun rises

We are meticulous in planning making check lists, anything missing is met with scorn
And after nine short months without any kind of list a beautiful baby is born

We are patient and determined however long it takes even till the day we die
From the dawn of time the mountain is still inching upward towards the wide open sky

We think our love is strong for our family and friends and our country for which it stands
So strong until we look around and see that it is God who holds us all in his hands.

So when you dream and hope for new ideas and search for life's best deal
Know that you are spending your time and all that you are thinking of... is unreal

Monday, September 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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