Dreams are what I mostly sell

Some lead to Heaven and some to Hell,

Take your pick ‘tween the two

Is it Peace or Fun for you?

The choice is years

Your happiness, your fears,

So are the dreams that fuel your life

When you walk in the garden or the edge of a knife.

I turn a desert that’s arid and bare

Into an oasis with words laced with care,

A Dreamer myself, and a poet to boot

Embers, I know, as I do the soot.

All things will turn to dust one day

As will the Dreams I sell on the way,

Call me Carpet-bagger or what you will

But, I will sell dreams as long as I can, Until…….

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)