Poem: So you've got dreams

 

 

So you’ve got dreams

 

So you’ve got dreams

I don’t intend to be mean

But so what?

 

These dreams of yours are

Cotton candy forgotten, melting in the sun

As you read in a deck chair

(and think about your tan)

 

These dreams of yours are

Indentations in a piece of paper in the back of your desk drawer;

Whose existence you remember every once in a while

(and then push aside again)

 

These dreams of yours are

Fantasies you entertain when you play on your phone

Or don’t really watch TV

(and waste your time instead of doing)  

 

You’re halfway to sixty

You’re perfectly healthy

Yet, you don’t have a job

(and you live with your parents)

 

So you’ve got dreams

And what are they now?

(and will they always be)

Dreams