Poems
By
Gypsy Joy.
The heart knows why we don’t pursue
Our precious childhood dreams
Earnestly attending without much ado
To achieve life’s practical goals it seems.
The mind is oriented
To follow realistic strives
Therefore childhood dreams delicate as a glass lens
May be pushed aside many times.
Though childhood dreams may feel extinct
It’s good to know our hearts do
Believe in the magic of all things
As we in late life our childhood dreams pursue.
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