Dreams, First and Last
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Martin Luther King
had quite a dream,
and so did I.
Sadly, it peaked,
then sprang a leak
and failed to satisfy.
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Martin Luther King
had quite a dream,
and so did I.
Sadly, it peaked,
then sprang a leak
and failed to satisfy.
A new train chugging round the bend,
I wish I knew where it would end.
So much momentum, smoke and steel,
unstoppable from stack to wheel.
Don’t speak Dutch to an Englishman
to tell him how you feel.
Use words that he can understand
to show your love is real.
Every day is worth its weight.
The years pass on, and soon or late
your fields will grow up gold and tall
or fade away to naught at all.
Happy is as happy does.
The focus rests on you.
When things go south, you make or break
your chosen point of view.
Just when I think that I can see
all of the angles that are me,
another flashes into view
and makes me question what I knew.
In the mind or in the meadow,
we must find our starry night.
From the green hills or the ghetto,
we are moved to set things right.