The Dream is Real

I dreamed a dream a long time ago.

When youth and vitality seemed endless.

I dreamt that talent and potential was all it took, that opportunity would surely find me.

I dreamt that promices made would be fulfilled; that fairness was all around me.


I dreamt about the glass ceiling; or was that the concrete floor?

That gender could define me.

That age could mean no investment in my future; and disability hide my potential.

Then my dreams became vision and inspiration!

Wisdom and discernment became strategy; experience showed me in whom and how to deal.

That strategy gave me direction.

Now I pave the way for those that follow me.

So the path walked is clear to see.


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