I was an avid dreamer

When I was very young:

Aspiring to pierce fantasy,

To sing songs yet unsung.

I longed to sail mighty ships

On stormy, ancient seas;

To pioneer the Wild Unknown,

To penetrate God’s mysteries.

I thought myself a dauntless soul,

An enemy to fear;

Why, if yesteryear were yesterday,

I’d have been a buccaneer.

Ah, self-interest threatens Hope

And tempers every thrill;

But I can choose the tone that suits Life’s Poem –

And be a dreamer – still.