OLD MEN WILL DREAM DREAMS
Words well intended without being asked,
Sycophant clichés and comfortless themes,
Podcasts and Ted talks and endless live streams,
A foreboding world so cunningly masked,
Foretold by prophets in a distant past.
I’m an old man and I dream old men’s dreams.
Weary of evil and damaging schemes,
I dream superior dreams that can last.
Of what do such admirable dreams consist?
Surely not just naiveté and pretense
But intuitive awareness and a sixth sense,
That prayer births the dreams and their contents exist.
Precisely that a new generation
Will rise humble yet boldly courageous,
‘Til virtue becomes virally contagious,
And then promise and hope become our conversation.
Such new initiatives I see in my dreams,
A season fresh with visionary youth
Who shun cynicism to embrace the truth,
Revealing the best of the two extremes.
© Ron Unruh, August 2021
