The dangerous people are not the ones
Who hit you with clubs and rob you with guns;
The thief won't attack your character traits
Or belittle your abilities to your face!
It likely will be a well-meaning friend
Who merely crushes your will to win.
No, he doesn't rob you, at point of gun,
He simply says, "It can't be done."
When pointed to thousands who already are
He smiles and says, "They're superior!
Personality-wise, and abilities, too,
They're way ahead of what others can do!"
It matter not that his words are untrue
For, you feel "others" must know you!
So, you're robbed of your hopes,
Your dreams to succeed.
Robbed of the material blessings received,
Robbed of your faith that says, "I can,"
And robbed by an ignorant, gunless friend,
So, the deadliest of men is not he with a gun,
But the one who tells you "It can't be done!"
For that taken by burglars can be gotten again.
But, what can replace your will to win?
This poem talks about those who would steal your dreams. Dreams can and do come true. Many of you have them but you've buried them because someome you know came along, shot you down and stole your dreams.
