I think we all have dreams
Tied on to our hearts with kite strings.
Waiting to be reeled in
While the battle of our daily lives win.
They are all within reach.
But as one string burns as you pull and tug,
To bring it to arms length with a shoulders shrug,
That line cuts another.
Sending a beautifully crafted kite to flutter.
Not all dreams can come true
When you reel one in, it usually cuts a few.
Here is his poem:
