Some dreams abound in riches   

and ornaments so bright!

such empty dreams are common

and vanish with the night.

Some dreams are simply of the heart; 

they never  fade away;

shaped within reality,

happening everyday.

One day, in my own real world,  

a poor old man I saw; 

he looked but gaunt and famished,

while crouching at my door.

I shared with him my humble meal;

he thanked me as he left;

I felt it was a privilege

to help one so bereft!

The dream I saw the other night

dwelt clearly on that fact

which by its very nature

alluded to this act.