His old lips quiver as he prays not to be forgotten with time,
Her young hands tremble as she begs for the rumors to subside
Tick tock goes the clock of old Father Time,
We live without a dream so we wander about blind
Langston asked what happens to a dream deferred?
But I wish he told me how our dreams get detoured?
A dream deferred, our destiny detoured,
Left somewhere buried in the wreckage of life’s storm,
A life without a dream or vision is a journey who’s destiny is frustration,
A vessel without the sea,
Sails without the wind—pointless
What has derailed your dreams?
Who has trampled you down and put out the fire of your zeal?
Please allow my voice to be the spark that ignites your soul and spring boards you to dive…take the dive and dream!
I dare you dream,
I dare you to taste of the sweet wine of life and get drunk in its sights,
allow your dream to be the wind in your sails,
and in the dark hour-a lighthouse who’s beacon beckons you near to its safe shore
It’s is the hope of the old man’s dream that gives breath to him in the pursuit of his legacy,
and it is her dream that raises the young girl’s head and adorns it with a crown-elevating her above all the gossip
Joshua O. Obamedo