Dreams

Wishes That Come True

When I was a child My dreams were always wild Like a bird, I wanted to fly I never did know why However much I jump I could only scale a stump As the years rolled along I wanted a place to belong Like bees in a comb Somewhere I’ll always be at home As much as combs are full of honey A home that’s always sunny Life is for the living It’s enjoyed most by the giving The gift of life is time So shine whilst in your prime And make yourself the best Till when you are finally laid to rest