Wipe The Dust Off Your Dreams Poem by Gerry Legister

When declining health steals a span of time
And the expansion of career closes the door,
With grim shadows that bore the spirit divine
Come in a message to visit you once more.

Awake second soul and dust off your dreams,
When the light on your pathway has turned
Darkness of night into less than what it seems,
Revive the heart and mind that slumbered.

Navigate the code away from the slippery road,
Enter through the firelight and begin to renew,
Talent tools prodding into the heavy load
And plunder the gold from grounds you knew.

If society no longer sees the usefulness inside,
The young and the strong passes you by quickly.
And numb longings multiplied by the roadside
When counting the choices are few and slippery.

Don’t wear a halo, wipe the dust off your dreams
Loose folded hands from things about to perish,
The downward time is more than what it seems,
Life marches on in the hopes you cherished.