On the Utility of Dreams.

I think I have to accept

I will never be

Famous enough

To be a celebrity contestant

On Strictly Come Dancing.

I think I have to accept

I will never be

Archbishop of Canterbury,

I am an humble country Parson,

Becoming humbler everyday.

I think I must accept,

As I peruse cardigans in the sale,

I may never be

The radical Bohemian poet

Of my indolent adolescent imaginings.

I think I have to accept

I will never be

The fearless fighter pilot

Of my childhood dreams,

I remain decidedly earth bound.

I think I have to accept

As I sit upon this little hill,

I will never climb Mount Everest.

I may have over estimated

The heights to which I'd rise.

Could it be

As the years pass by

And the possibilities narrow

Not all our dreams

Are meant to be?

Could it be

Our unfulfilled dreams

Help shape our becoming

Who we really are,

And so serve a purpose?

Still, if by some unimaginable

Fluke of capricious fate

I become sufficiently famous

To be a celebrity contestant

On Strictly Come Dancing,

I know I'd definitely win.