Within the heart of every young person
There is a dream, a feeling of wonder lust
A desire to see what lies over the next mountain
Across the river, around the next bend of the road
As a boy growing up in eastern Kentucky
In the forties and fifties I was no different
I longed for the day when I would be old enough
To go my own way, do my own thing
Live my own dream, sow my wild oats
Right or wrong that's the way all of us are
Time passed slowly, days of summer were long
Each day I ask myself when is my time?
Would I ever be old enough?
How can I get out of this dead end place?
What about my Dreams?
My dream was to go to Alaska
Search for gold, hunt, fish, and live off the land
This is not just a childhood dream
Each year I hope, and I plan, but the cares of life
Kick, stomp, bite, and attack my dream
The first sixty years of my life
My dream cries out to me, feed me!!!!
But feeding family, making a living comes first
The next ten years, helping family be happy
Now Family has good life, living their Dream
Going shopping, living on Cherokee Lake, Loves big house
Everything good for family
Now time is come to live my dream
Family says no! Too old! Can't have Dream, bury Dream
Dream cries out to me, No!!! No!!! Please don't bury me
Dream Cemetery getting closer each day
I read Gold Prospectors magazine
I read Treasure-Hunting magazine
Others having fun living their Dream
My Dream is dying slow death
Where is Dream Cemetery?
Time to bury Dream
Good-bye Dream, I love you
One last time Dream cries out to me
Wait!!! Please!!! Don't bury me
I don't want to die
©James Sanders
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