"Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
-Cloths of Heaven by W.B Yeats-
Again and again, for one reason or another, this fabulous piece of poetry keeps meandering back to me. It sobers me and makes me pensive like few other words in the English language. Definitely one of the most striking lines of poetry I have read...
And everytime, everywhere,
Our parents , our youngs , our loved ones, our subordinates, our roots, our ancestors, all the people that have faith in and depend on us..
have spread their dreams under our feet,
So we must tread softly, because we tread on their dreams..
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