They say that life is a marathon
And not the fifty-dash
I wonder at the metaphor
Every time I crash.
They tell me to have vision
As if I could just snap
And give my self a dream or two
Strait from Santa’s lap.
They say that life’s worth living
And this at least it seems
Has the ring of truth to it–
If only in my dreams.
I wonder at the way I go
But thinking is wiped clean by fear
And then the road gets very long
And other people’s dreams quite dear.
A Soul's Walk 
Hmmmm. I smiled with wry amusement over the stanza about being told to “have a vision” as though we could snap (our fingers) and make that happen….. Guess I’ll just wish you a good week. God bless you, as always.
Thank you.
Wishing you a “vision” behind your eyelids as you dream, dear soullwalker! Very, very strong yet gentle and quiet poem here!
Thank you granbee.
“They say that life’s worth living
And this at least it seems
Has the ring of truth to it–
If only in my dreams.”
-almost had me there, thought oh here we go some optimism and then ohhh…
been there, don’t know when i’ll be able to say done that.
“A meaning-laden weariness waiting for a rest” is what I thought when I read your poem.
I’m not familiar with that quote.
Oh, I just made that up, I wasn’t quoting anyone…
Regards,
we all dream a dream that isn’t ours now and again
Some dreamers can make you dream their dreams…
Yes, they can. Sometimes though a dream is so beautiful you WANT to dream it…