Daydreaming

Dreams I had by the thousands

Daydreams of deed to do

A world to save and preserve

Poverty and disparity to resolve

Wars to end and hate to sooth

From the wits of my untested mind

Roaring blaze of zest of my youthful heart

And with my own bare hands I spun

A thread to weave into a canvas of hope

Wide I weaved the hopeful canvas

Stretching out with arms and fervor

This healing cloth to cover all the wounds

The people of this world had cut into themselves

Here I sit in my softly cushioned chair

Spent is all my youth and crazed momentum

The world was never mine to save, I reckon

For all the ailments and injustices endure

Yet, for the vanity and waste, it was worth it all

Upon my grey and wrinkled old man's head

I rest this crown of petty foolish dreams

Folded paper, scraps of twine and meager words

Wear it still with pride akin a wreath of triumph

Oh, you hopeful youths that gather now

Wielding signs of feisty worlds and slogans

Rally to a cause of just and timely changes

And hoist the flag that I must now pass on.