Dreams

I had dreams
About what I would be
I would be a teacher
A writer
An artist
A singer!

So many things that
A silly child would dream
But now as I sit in this grey old smelly cubicle
I think back to those silly little dreams

O where where did my life go wrong?
Why am I now working for this grumpy old boss?
What am I now?

I am a sad little man
That will spend the rest of his days in a
Grey old smelly cubicle
That only sells harmful chemicals

What am I really now?
I am a shadow
That once had dreams
A shadow that thinks back
to a child’s silly little dreams.

kinda sad, but i really did love it. good job :]

That really made me lose hope. I wanted to become a brain surgeon but after reading that poem....

But I loved it. It sounded nice ^_^

Nice poem! =D have you ever tried writing a poem book and publishing it? xD you never know, you might get it published for the whole world to see

What dose it smell like? JUST WONDERING!?!?!?

Nice peace of work :-)

I like that-

Sometimes people's heads are in the clouds, and just need a little reminder of how reailty is.

awww
this poem is suppose to inspire you
your not suppose to give up on your dreams
the man in this poem did give up on them
so he is stuck for the rest of his life in the smelly old cubicle
dont give up on you dreams
or youll end up like him