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.