this is simply about me...of yesteryears
and me...of the present day.


We All Have A Dream

"Someday, you'll be a lawyer, son
That's what I dream you to be", father said

"No! He'll be a great sailor
It's in our blood!" his brother yelled

As I looked at mom, I could sense
Her own dream for me, thou, not spoken

Sure, she wanted me to be a homme d'affaire
Just like her forefathers, great Chinese traders

As years passes by, I hear them
Dreaming, without even asking

If, I've a dream, but the flick
Of time, interfered, without words

They left, leaving me in a shelter of limbo
Thou, being alone, with no one to lead me

Still, I became what they had wished for
Now, I stare no more

At the wall calendar, for I
Got what I wanted to be...a word whisperer

I saw this...in my dream, when I was
Still, struggling to walk ...in their footsteps





Poetry by Ernesto P. Santiago
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Written on 2007-02-14 at 12:57

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Word whisperer is a beautiful thing to be!
Welcome on the Bay!
2007-02-14