Stream of Dreams
By: Sheene Shane Mascardo
As innocent as a child full of dreams,
Sailing unknown depths of a shallow stream.
Uncertain of perhaps a blurry gleam,
Endeavor fortuity of what but deem.
Grasping both paddles of a wobbly canoe,
Vulnerable for such unforeseen skew.
Hopelessly perched like a dangling bamboo,
Struggling to weave from a fateful mildew.
In spite of massive rocks through the river,
Heads up and don't budge even a meager.
Move, act, do, and be a graceful groover,
Await the sweetness of being the winner.
This poem is for the people who are continuously discouraged by the "waves" that come to their life. An optimistic person would treat those "waves" as doors to opening new opportunities. I hope you are one of them. Because I am ;) Thank you for reading! ;*