He tried to memorize the words he spoke,
the thoughts that happened while his mouth had said,
"I wish for times of beauty." Then he broke
into the tears that dripped down on his bed.
An empire of his own is what he yearned;
a destiny of greatness, unashamed.
In solitary days he slowly learned
that wishes, dreams and thoughts cannot be blamed.
The envy of his youth caught up with him
when evil ways of others did them good.
He counts the hours, minutes that look grim,
and stretches out his arm where he once stood:
a place forgiveness lays its final thought
of every dreamer's day of wishes caught.
copyright 2008 Tom Mutchler
the thoughts that happened while his mouth had said,
"I wish for times of beauty." Then he broke
into the tears that dripped down on his bed.
An empire of his own is what he yearned;
a destiny of greatness, unashamed.
In solitary days he slowly learned
that wishes, dreams and thoughts cannot be blamed.
The envy of his youth caught up with him
when evil ways of others did them good.
He counts the hours, minutes that look grim,
and stretches out his arm where he once stood:
a place forgiveness lays its final thought
of every dreamer's day of wishes caught.
copyright 2008 Tom Mutchler
