From the Literary Contest

Dreams For Sale (Due to Social Reasons)

Poetry

The Dreambuyer said,

Good morning, Dreamseller

What dreams do you sell?

Back home I saw your sign

You know, the one saying sale

So I saved a few dollars

Can I get one for ten?

The Dreamseller replied,

Good morning, Dreambuyer

I'm afraid I can't

They're for sale, correct

But the cheap one's worth twelve

People might not want dreams

But they still have high rates

So the Dreambuyer sighed,

What do you mean, Dreamseller?

Mom said they're easy to get

Can't you lower the price?

I tell you, I only have ten

How come nobody wants them

When dreams have such value today?

But the Dreamseller just shrugged,

I'm sorry, Dreambuyer

But I don't control the price

It's society who controls it

Based on use, demand, and supply

Dreams used to be free and many

But today they are few, with a cost

If you want, you can come later

When you get those two dollars you lack

Then, I might sell you a dream

For just twelve dollars and a smile

So the Dreambuyer left

To where? Nobody cares

And he got those two dollars he lacked

Doesn't matter how he achieved that

And the Dreambuyer came back,

Good afternoon, Dreamseller

I have the twelve dollars you asked

Now, give me your cheapest dream

It's not expensive, but it can't be bad

Tonight I'll go back to my house

And show the new dream to my ma

But the Dreamseller chuckled,

Good afternoon, Dreambuyer

I'm afraid you are too late

Another buyer came in ten minutes ago

And left with the cheapest dream then