MY LOCKET OF DREAMS

I had four teeny tiny dreams

And I put them in my pocket

I thought that I might lose them tho’

So I put them in a locket.

Everywhere I went each day,

My dreams came right along,

I nurtured them and cared for them

And sang them pretty songs.

As each day passed I watched them grow,

Each day had its’ successes,

We laughed, and played, and I taught them things,

And I never minded stresses.

And then one day it dawned on me,

That someday my dreams would part,

But it didn’t matter much you see

For my locket was my heart.

For dreams to grow it’s sad but true,

You have to set them free,

But the love they feel for you never goes,

Just you wait and see.

Michael Taylor©

To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heavens,

A time to bind up and a time to set free.