What Is Your Dream?
A poem for pondering
If I asked you, what your dream is,
what would you say?
Maybe you’d look at me with stars in your eyes,
and tell me about the bookshop that you want to own —
four walls filled with leather-bound books,
Queen Anne chairs in every corner,
the smell of coffee lingering in the air,
and the sounds of a tea kettle brewing —
a space for people…