Fellsman
12-08-2011, 03:35 PM
As I lay down, from cares exempt
I slept, and what d'you think I dreamt?
I dreamt the world was just and fair
Quite free from troubles and despair.
No one starving, no one poor
Every ailment had a cure
No injustice - no more wars
A world of beauty without flaws.
There were no sink estates per se
No burglars who would spoil your day
No crime of any kind in fact
And no one any comfort lacked.
I dreamt of politicians who
Would never tell a lie to you
There were no courts of justice for
No one would ever break the law.
The sun, it shone most every day
And every job left time for play
The cricket never stopped for rain
And none of us felt hurt or pain.
I dreamt we all were good and kind
In none of us a fault you'd find
But Morpheus had played his joke
And from my slumbers I awoke.
This Utopian dream, alas
Just shattered like a broken glass
The curtains drawn, I looked outside
Then sadly shrugged, my dream had died.
I have not posted in strict rhyme and metre
in order to ruffle any feathers, I respect those
contemporary poets who regard this style as "old hat."
I simply think there should be a place for more
traditional poetry from time-to-time.
If I may draw an analogy, I happen to enjoy listening
to classical music and opera, but not ALL the time -
and many other genres of music figure in my collection.
I slept, and what d'you think I dreamt?
I dreamt the world was just and fair
Quite free from troubles and despair.
No one starving, no one poor
Every ailment had a cure
No injustice - no more wars
A world of beauty without flaws.
There were no sink estates per se
No burglars who would spoil your day
No crime of any kind in fact
And no one any comfort lacked.
I dreamt of politicians who
Would never tell a lie to you
There were no courts of justice for
No one would ever break the law.
The sun, it shone most every day
And every job left time for play
The cricket never stopped for rain
And none of us felt hurt or pain.
I dreamt we all were good and kind
In none of us a fault you'd find
But Morpheus had played his joke
And from my slumbers I awoke.
This Utopian dream, alas
Just shattered like a broken glass
The curtains drawn, I looked outside
Then sadly shrugged, my dream had died.
I have not posted in strict rhyme and metre
in order to ruffle any feathers, I respect those
contemporary poets who regard this style as "old hat."
I simply think there should be a place for more
traditional poetry from time-to-time.
If I may draw an analogy, I happen to enjoy listening
to classical music and opera, but not ALL the time -
and many other genres of music figure in my collection.