{"id":1244,"date":"2014-11-29T10:33:42","date_gmt":"2014-11-29T10:33:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1244"},"modified":"2014-11-29T10:33:42","modified_gmt":"2014-11-29T10:33:42","slug":"if-a-man-has-not-his-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/if-a-man-has-not-his-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"If A Man Has Not His Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here is an old verse, from when I lived in Birr in 1995 or so! Its about having the confidence to believe in yourself and your talents, even if others don’t, and is based on by own doubts of the validity of writing as a serious hobby!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

If a man has not his dreams, poor soul, nothing has he!
\nFrom harsh reality of reality, no escape can he see!
\nForever trapped in a cage, never can be free
\nForever haunted by what is, not by what could be. <\/p>\n

Foolish may be his dreams, but who are we to say
\nWhat now could never be, some distant time may\u2026
\nWhat is not found on the normal path may be found this way
\nTomorrow may be made from the dreams of today. <\/p>\n

Maybe not of the dreams, but the dreams may provide
\nThe confidence because of criticism the man did hide
\nDisplay the talents that he kept locked inside
\nFor him a closed door may be thrown open: wide! <\/p>\n

Enter! Walk on the red carpet your dreams for you have laid\u2026
\nAt the end is the end of what made you afraid! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Here is an old verse, from when I lived in Birr in 1995 or so! Its about having the confidence to believe in yourself and your talents, even if others don’t, and is based on by own doubts of the validity of writing as a serious hobby! If a man …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[64],"tags":[981,1427,1426,982,1425],"class_list":["post-1244","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspirational-poetry","tag-ambition","tag-criticism","tag-drive","tag-inspiration","tag-self-belief","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-k4","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1150,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/dreams-fled-away\/","url_meta":{"origin":1244,"position":0},"title":"Dreams Fled Away","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th November 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Quote: Dreams fled away, this country bedroom, raw - \"Another September\" (Kinsella) Dreams, aye, dreams dreamt by dreamers have fled And the dreamer to reality of the day, he has awoken For Doom, who always in time on time himself he shows And Destruction: its Wish it loudly has spoken\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Critic"","block_context":{"text":"Critic","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/critic\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Thomas Kinsella","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Thomas-Kinsella.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":778,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-fool-by-dreams-he-lives-his-life\/","url_meta":{"origin":1244,"position":1},"title":"A Fool, By Dreams, He Lives His Life","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"29th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"A fool, by dreams, he lives his life And wonders why nothing comes true Little he tries, as his life away he dreams And he only has lost opportunities to rue... 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