A Poem A Day #519

A Dream Cannot Live in an Un-Stricken World

A dream cannot live
In an un-stricken world.
You see, it’s the pain and the zest
That wake it up,
Make it a test.
A dream needs a substance,
A lifeform, tenacity.
A dream only lives wild,
Like cannon fire,
meek and beguiled.
It needs passion and fame,
The fire eater kind.
The kind that are brave,
With minds that bend
And sometimes concave.
A dream needs a story.
It requires good heart
And love, and fight.
A drop of good fortune,
A whole lot of bite.

By Catherine Joy


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