| Dreamers Where leafy vines and bristled thorns Are evenly laced with mist The dreamer and the realist For a time may co-exist But while the former spreads its arms And clings to every place, The latter causes dew to flee From its long and narrow face And in their role in nature's play The realists do the same Their world is left unfettered By the tears of joy or shame Dreams that reach out to be shared May sometimes go astray And so they climb much slower On their melancholy way It is an irony perhaps That dreamers see so much, But it is through their dreams that nature Dares to keep in touch With human cares that live inside Hearts that still grow wings While realists preoccupy Their minds with petty things But if there is a glad response To things that dreamers feel, For a moment their imaginings Are gardens vast and real And while the pace of their impact On world affairs is slow There is no limit to how fast Their counterparts can grow Their prickly arms sometimes pierce through The hearts of tender flowers, But mist always comes back again In unexpected showers Although the eyes of the heady mind Often miss life's painful part They seldom find the grand and noble Joys of the dreamer's heart |
| Up-Pity Somewhere on self-made pedestals The haughty stand alone Watching those on lower ground From an ivory-colored throne So self-assured in manner; Underneath, so insecure; They need to demonstrate their worth, So they dominate the floor This space becomes their forum Where they preach their sermonette To remind us of their efforts great, Lest we should dare forget That they are far superior And should be treated thus By simple, common people Like all the rest of us While waving their credentials Like the flag of the winning side They often reveal a lonely soul Set apart in the name of pride; In a social class; in a clique elite; Following the status quo; Unaware of all the feeling That is flowing down below; Not in the mediocrity They place on others' worth But on the solid and secure Place known as "down to earth" Where how we treat all others is The most important thing; And success in measured, not by laurels, But by the love we bring |