Dream

With blood and sweat I will wield
the fruits of joy I will yield
I will work till I reach my goal
then I will live as a joyous soul.
With the phoenix song and flowers for all
I will wait to light a fire by fall
and gain the things not displayed at a stall
with a life so simple, I will walk tall
Maybe it's not the perfect dream at all,
but in forty there is nothing more