DREAM PEDLAR
Along a dusty road,
On a hot and sultry day,
A man, carrying a heavy load,
Came across my way.

What he carried on his back,
What were his strange ware,
Looking critically at his sack...
I asked him what was there?

With mystery unfathomable in his eye,
He looked me up from toe to head,
And then with a heavy sigh,
"I sell dreams"; he said.

Many a dream I'd bought,
Thinking better of the bargain.
Now, I wish i had not...
And saved myself some pain.

For when dreams die,
A storm brews in the heart,
Slowly, silently raging high,
It rips us apart.

Not a cry is heard,
Not a tear shed,
Hardly a fitting word,
To describe the living-dead.

To all my dear readers-
I'd like to say,
Be careful of dream pedlars
Who come across your way,
On a hot and sultry day!!!