IN MY DREAM ...

I am a millionaire,   With money hanging out of my pockets.     Everywhere I go, people step aside.       I wear new clothes every day,         and a hat and shoes to match.           I have a mansion in every state             And a new sports car in the garage.               There is a chauffeur to drive me around.

In My Dream,

I walk down the street   With a blonde on each side.     I raise my chin so I can see above others.       I belong to every country club and,         When I go in, they let me pass.           I don't stop for anyone.             I am always the first in line               And everyone's beneath me.

In My Dream,

I see a man lying on a park bench   With newspaper for a blanket.     I am no better than him.       I stand in line to receive         My monthly food supply.           My clothes are ragged.             There are holes in my shoes               And my socks don't match.

Not A Dream;

I shine shoes for a $.05 And wash cars for a $.25. It buys a cup of coffee. I stand on a corner asking for work. All I get is laughter. Trying to get by gets harder every day. This is Reality.

© 1999 by Robert H. Gilbert, Jr.

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