Dreamer!
You’re a
dreamer! Boy! Never be worthwhile good
If I focused my
mind to it, bet that then I could
To care what
others think of me? I should?
If it mattered
to a dreamer, then surely I would
Go ahead and hang
me; just spare the lying hood
The lad’s daddy
shook his head, the boy was useless, he felt
Needs to taste
the leather stinging bite of the old man’s belt
Mom’s patience
rivaled time she spent in her garden of flowers
The gentle boy
just needed love, for that she held the power
Sheltered her
son as best she could from his father’s wrath
With his
color-palette painted words leading on a fantasy path
“What good is
that” her husband’s exacerbated query. "What a waste!”
“His deep
emotion’s passionate,” Mom offered, “He shows great taste.”
You’re a
dreamer! Boy! Never be of worthwhile good
If I focused my
mind to it, bet that then I could
To care what
others think of me? I should?
If it mattered
to a dreamer, then surely I would
Go ahead and
hang me; just spare the lying hood
To the military
for shaping, maybe they’ll make a man of him
Soon filled out
the uniform, sang and lived the Battle Hymn
Jumped proud
from twenty thousand feet, felt cool dry desert air
White canopy
floating down, searching tracer bullets errant flare
His brave Lieutenant
took a hit as he scrambled for cover in the sand
The
“Dreamer”-hero saved a life with pressure from his steady hand
Brave man
allowed a dreamer-thought of Mom’s fragrant rose-red petals
As some General
pinned to his proud chest two bravery-clustered metals
You’re a
dreamer! Boy! Never be of worthwhile good
If I focused my
mind to it, bet that then I could
To care what
others think of me? I should?
If it mattered
to a dreamer, then surely I would
Go ahead and
hang me; just spare the lying hood
Never my concern,
what others might think of me
When challenge
knocks, then all shall clearly see
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