A Dream

Pardon me sir, but can I borrow a dream?

Borrow a dream?
How can that be?
You are still young, I'm very old
surely you should have
more dreams than me to unfold?

I did, sir. Five bags full I had...

Five bags full you say?
And you lost them all on your way?
You're a negligent boy, my lad!
Without dreams you are sure
to go mad.

I didn't loose them, sir, I gave them away...

Gave them away?
Do you not know?
Dreams are not for giving away.
Dreams are for hope, for secret desires,
dreams are life's burning fire!

That I do know. But you see, sir...

I'll tell you what I see, lad.
A boy with no dreams,
trying to trick an old man with lost dream schemes.
Well, I may be old and nearly cold.
but my dreams are mine,
my Acapulco gold!

I'll be on my way, sir. Enjoy your dreams,sir.
I hope you will live the one I last gave to you,
you know, the one where you'll find love again
and your kind heart will beat again,
where we'll go fishing together,
father and son forever.