Dreams

Nearly everyone it seems

Carries in them cherished dreams

Of things they'd like to be or do,

To change the old, bring in the new.

To some all things should stay the same,

Some dream of fortunes linked to fame;

Almost everyone has a goal,

Ambitions that they can extol.

To be an artist, write a book,

Become a new world-famous cook;

Explore the jungle; travel far,

Discovering where new places are;

Learning music, or to play

New types of sport in which they may

Become a champion, or just enjoy

Becoming a fitter girl or boy;

Finding the "right one", who'll be there

With them throughout their life to share

In all they do; and be a guide,

In whom they always can confide.

Others see a wider stage,

Especially in this modern age,

With world news at their finger-tips,

And comments on everybody's lips;

Their dream is peace, an end to war,

A world where hated is no more,

A world where there is food for all,

A world where everyone walks tall,

Knowing that they have a place,

As equals in the human race.

So many dreams, some old, some new,

That might perhaps one day come true.