Dreams Are Best

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Robert William Service (1874 – 1958)



I just think that dreams are best,

Just to sit and fancy things;

Give your gold no acid test,

Try not how your silver rings;

Fancy women pure and good,

Fancy men upright and true:

Fortressed in your solitude,

Let Life be a dream to you.

For I think that Truth is all,

Truth’s a minion of the mind;

Love’s ideal comes at call;

As ye seek so shall ye find.

But ye must not seek too far;

Things are never what they seem:

Let a star be just a star,

And a woman – just a dream.

O you Dreamers proud and pure,

You have gleaned the sweet of life!

Golden truth that shall endure

Over pain and doubt and strife.

I would rather be a fool

Living in my Paradise,

Than a leader of a school,

Sadly sane and weary wise.

Yes, I’ll smoke my cigarette,

Vestured in my garb of dreams,

And I’ll borrow no regret;

All is gold that golden gleams.

So I’ll charm my solitude

With the faith that Life is blest,

Brave and noble, bright and good….

Oh, I think that dreams are best!

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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