I was about to cross the street yesterday,
Too, late, I saw a fast car coming my way,
Which way to run, which way to turn,
As if a dream, I heard a distance scream;
Today, I woke up in a hospital bed,
Doctors say I've lost use of my leg,
Oh, doctor, please this thing you're telling me,
I don't understand it, how can it be?
Now, you ask me, why I'm so sad,
No one can understand, not even my dad,
But, yesterday, I could run and play,
Oh, yesterday, is so far away,
Oh, why did this have to happen to me,
My beautiful dream world why can't it be?
Why can't I be like other boys and girls,
Running and playing in a happy world?
So, hard I've cried, so hard I've prayed,
Oh, just to bring back yesterday,
Oh, yesterday is so far away,
Oh, yesterday is so far away,
Oh, why did this have to happen to me,
My beautiful dream world, why can't it be?
My Beautiful Dream World, part II
Too many tears have fallen from these eyes,
Much too long, I've sat around and cried,
Can't keep living for yesterday,
Tomorrow's coming, and I've got today,
Precious time lost and gone forever,
Can't let more time just pass me by,
Won't spill more tears, these eyes I must dry;
Love inside has blossomed and grown,
Have to learn to stand on my own,
Just got to take it day by day,
Have faith in every step of the way,
Don't let old sorrow wear me down,
Must place both feet on solid ground;
A brand new day is now before me,
Outside my door, such beauty I see,
Keep moving forward, won't look back,
Can't stop now, I won't stop now,
Refuse to let life pass me by,
No time for sorrow, no time to cry;
I've been reaching out much too far,
Have to stop, take a look around me,
Understand all that I feel and see,
Have to move in a little bit closer'
See the beauty all around me glowing,
I can now see my dream world growing,
Everyday, it gets clearer and clearer,
Just like looking through a brand new mirror;
A hard lesson, I've learned, I must say,
Must keep on trying, come what may,
Make the best of each and every day,
No one can plan their destiny,
No, not you, not even me,
Got to reach out for tomorrow,
Live my life, forget the sorrow,
Whatever happens, come what may,
Won't try to bring back yesterday;
Yesterday has come, yesterday has gone,
Remember, no one ever walks alone,
Let go of sorrow, reach for tomorrow,
Understand just what I feel and see,
My beautiful dream world, I know it can be,
My beautiful dream world, it lies within me.
Published by Mary E. Coe
I write articles, songs, poetry, short stories and stageplays. Some of my writings are fictitious and some are fact based. In the Spring of 1993, some of my poems were published in the library at Citrus Col... View profile
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5 Comments
Post a CommentBeautiful poem.
very passionate and inspirational, great poem!
I needed this concerning some grieving I don't want to let go of. Very well done and inspirational.
No, It's actually from a play that I wrote. My mother was in a wheel chair for five years when she was a child. When she was alive, she used to tell me how bitter she was before she learned to accept it. I was inspired by her story. She walked again at age twelve. Later she got married and had nine children.
Great poem, Mary. Did this happen to you?