Dreaming My Life. Poem with Pictures. (Revised).

Dreaming my life,

Reality just those facts that I imagine.

Even when I slept rough at nights

One misty London winter,

(February 64),

Just another boyhood dream,

                                               perhaps?

A drab romantic venture,

A page in my CV to be pored over.

Being an idealist

Reality is always other peoples problem,

Or so my parents told me

To sort my thinking out,

                                        to put me right.

In other words, they thought dreaming plain

                                                             wrong,

Thoroughly Out of kilter.

But I always thought them wrong, to be quite 

                                                              honest;

They lived their lives on the other side of the mirror

Where truth was back to front to what I witnessed.

Being a born idealist

I brusquely walked away to live my dream,

Yet artists are fierce realists in life

However strange their pictures may first seem.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

9th. - 10th. August 2022.