the poem

On the second sheet of paper was written a poem.

Each of us is born
With the seeds of dreams planted in our hearts
Receiving hope and love in childhood
Gives dreams a place to start

Adolescence is the place
Where dreams will come to wake
To other people they may seem trivial
But for us there’s much more at stake

Soon we become adults
And dreams can fade away
As quickly we forget
How to laugh and hope and play

Busyness in life
Can bring us to our knees
And carry off our dreams
Like dead leaves on a breeze

So don’t forget your passions
And don’t neglect your dreams
Or soon you will discover
Your life is tearing at the seams

Just like a caged up bird
Who’s been long deprived of sky
So too our dreams that aren’t set free
Are surely doomed to die

Howard felt something move deep inside him. What was this feeling?