Poem: Dreams ARE Free

a poem about how dreams really are free — and sometimes that’s not a good thing.

applied for a job in radio more than 12 times.
And got one interview. It went well
I guess, though not good enough. They
offered me a spot on the reserve bench.

My reply was that I was a grown man
with a family and mortgage, so could
not work for free, or stay free to work
only when they required. I gave up all

thoughts of working in radio, and found
work elsewhere. People still tell me
they hear me on radio and like what I say,
though I’ve not been on air for at least

three years. I found work anywhere else
instead — and gave up my radio dream.
It sucks, sure, but no one can tell you it
pays to stick to your dream.