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Tuesday, August 10, 2021

OLD MEN WILL DREAM DREAMS (a poem)

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



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