Why do we have these hopes and dreams….?
Why do we have these hopes and dreams
if they can never be…..?
Why do I have these yearnings to
be down beside the sea…..?
or on some palm-clad island with
a red sun dipping low
and a balmy breeze that calls me to
a place I cannot go…..?
Why do I think of faces I
may never see again…..?
of some with smiles and laughter and
a few with tears and pain…..?
of dear friends who live far away
across great miles of ocean
who visit but occasionally,
in spite of their devotion…..?
I thank my God for all the wondrous
places I have been
and all the fascinating sights
that I have ever seen…..
but, most of all, I thank Him for
my memory which seems
to take me back to all these haunting
visions of my dreams…..
and I thank God for every friend,
whatever creed or race
and the memories that never die
of each beloved face…..
If you tell me I’m a dreamer, well,
perhaps you’re right; I am…..
but dreams…they are the stuff of life,
so I don’t give a damn.
Hugh Wyles, October 14th.2008
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Dedicated to Angelica and to Shirley Valentine who asked the question.
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this poem was very beautiful. Sad in a way when you think of loved ones you have lost but hope and dreams keep you alive. There is no limit to how far you can go in your dreams. keep writting. berry good poem.
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Ah, Hugh, expressed so well,
for the rest of us who dream
know how life would seem
without a tale to tell.
Dream on...
M-C
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Dear Cleo, when my tide has run
and all my days are through,
I'll lie in the sun and dream of one....
and it may well be YOU!
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Darn straight
Dreams and memory may not be tangible, but they give a perspective on current conditions and motivation for goals. While thinking of the past and especially of losses is sad, we can find the silver lining in the richness that we still retain from people and places we knew.
This is a beautiful poem Hugh, and you have pinpointed the value of dreaming.
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I agree completely, dreams may be broken but always new ones come up. Lovely poem dad
besos de tu hija Mari
Will read the others tomorrow, two busy evenings behind and even busier days at work
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Mi querida hija,
I know how busy you can be
whatever you are at.....
but one thing really puzzles me:
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT HAT!!??
Gracias por tu comentario, mucho amor, abrazos y besos
XOXOXO el padre.
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Dear Hugh,
We all have our dreams and hopes to hold onto, without them life would be pretty dull as they keep us going.
Memories of good times, of friends and family long gone are also important to hold onto and cherish.
I have some very important hopes and dreams that I hope one day will come true.
Keep on dreaming my dear friend as they help you to create these wonderful poems you write.
Thankyou for the dedication.
Love Bea
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Reminds me of my father. He liked to talk about dreams. Of going to Florida of building another house there...may dad went to work each day, he never went anywhere else...but those dreams kept him going, in some odd way.
You are a dreamer Hugh, but so was my dad and despite his flaws he had a world of good in him, so dream on.
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