It's not practical, it's not reasonable,
you're not being logical,
you are too old to be dreaming,
they say, and maybe they are right.
All I know is, my heart sinks
at the thought of giving up on my dream,
and soars to life at the prospect of it coming true.
Therein lies my answer.
for Elizabeth's prompt at isojournal for Day 11: to write a poem in ten lines or less using some or all of the words: practical, reasonable, logical, absurd, liberal, radical. I have heard those words frequently of late. Smiles. But how, I ask, does one live without a dream?