His Dream

He leans back from his deck

Rubs the back of his neck

The stress takes effect

Grips the bridge of his nose

Squints while showing emotions he normally won't at fifty six,

He re-evaluates possible regretting some decisions that he's made.

Black is turning Grey patches of his age

Reflecting from the glasses that pass of every page

Passionately day reads

Reading on occasion

Dreaming of the day when he could do the same thing

He's always wanted to write

That's all hes wanted in life

With two daughters,a son,and a remarkable wife

Hes in a bond

Hes has to provide

A family is relying on a Milli to survive

His father died at fifty six

So hes well aware of how vital a father figure is

How big of a responsibility it is

To be a good husband and care for your kids

Never miss an evening, help them with their homework,

Discipline to prevent things when their older

His only son is only twenty one and focus as a poet has only just begun

Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means

His dream is my dream and my dream is his dream

I close my eyes and I can see(history)

The sacrifices he made for me(history)

Put is aside for his family(history)

So I'ma keep it alive(yeah)

And so he targeted to be the dream guardian

Guarding it from anything and anyone whose harming it

But in his heart he knows the hardest thing is

Giving up his dream and being all about his kids

As he kisses the lips of his misses

For twenty four years going on the twenty fifth

He thinks to himself this alone is a wealth

Better than anything that's bought and then sold on a shelf

Sometimes a dream is all that we have

We have to continue to dream

Once it is lost amongst our thoughts

What really are we?

So he sits back at his desk

Cracking his knuckles and back his neck

Faxing a paper displaying his name

On another application explaining the name

Things that they should know but the things they don't

All the things that distinguish him as an adult

Over the phone he can never expose

The roll that he choose

The roll in his home

And at home he is a leader, a father

He'll prove it by using his son and his daughters

In their life he'll be playing the part of the one who inspires

The one we admire

His only son is only twenty one and focus as a poet has only just begun

Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means

My dream is his dream and his dream is my dream