One Can Dream

Pen and paper with an open mind,

Now-a-days that's hard to find.

A bright young youth,

Still full of its prime,

Out about in this world,

Having loads of time.

Writing this and writing that,

So many ideas to ponder at.

Many are stories and poems as well,

Some are doodles and dead ends,

Oh well.

Maybe one day,

During the youths' older times,

The youth will become an author.

Oh yes,

All in due time.