I sit and dream of the day when my poetry walks on the scene, br I sit and dream of the day I stand having my poetry in your hand, br I sit and dream of the day when my poetry falls from your hands and is picked up by another, br I sit and dream. br br It is not reality yet it is so sweet, br My eyes water at times, so sour is the feeling at the bottom of the pinnacle. br I see many fellows inline waiting to grow in success. br A thousand Oliver's asking may I have more? br knowledge that is, or may it be time to create that one gift.