Dreams

dream on, child,
of different times,
of breezes blowing mild,
or a poet's soft rhymes.

dream on,
with your head in the clouds
until your thoughts, so wild,
are hidden by age's shroud.

for even as young minds will scheme
old age is quick to condemn.
never lose sight of your dreams
or of the youth that stirred them.

1970

Magnus Goodrich

Asa Albrie Goodrich Love