Have you ever had a dream? Of how your life will be Where your path will lead And all that you will see
You'll have the perfect job And have the perfect spouse You'll raise your perfect kids In your "Homes and Gardens" house
But it's rare that dreams work out Just as you had them planned You'll find they have to change For life is shifting sand
You have to adjust your dream To make it fit the facts Of all those unexpected Twists, turns, and setbacks
Then further down the road Your dream looks like a fake But, if one is to dream They eventually must wake _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Don't feel your dream is lost And you life, you can't redeem I think that you are lucky...
Because I've never had a dream
This poem is dedicated to Me, Myself, and Herb... ...Okay, I plagiarized again... I stole a line from Mr. Shakespeare and changed one word... or, allow me to say... "Perchanged" one word.