Waiting On Dreams

Wave Away, they do, the ordinary man
For him never be A, but another C
Grader they say; a one without plan
This Ordinary man an everyday see.

He carries his umbrella
For even in sunshine, the forecast is grey
Bellow the ills of this fellow
Not knowing what to Say

No need he say to worry.

Holding no match
Dreams don’t  suddenly ignite,
Yet in the mist he grips tight
Dreams waiting to hatch.

An ordinary man
That takes tender toe steps, A to Z.
Dreams don’t die
Internally he states ‘’Okay I’ll be .

Till the future be shy’’.


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