It was houses and boats
And the notes we wrote
To ourselves,
With plans and charts
Landscapes and voyages
That kept us moving on,
One foot after the other,
Some said dreamers,
Dreamers,
But we smiled to ourselves
And bought lottery tickets
And long shot investments
And wrote notes that read,
What is a life without dreams?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
1:11 PM July 3, 2017
