A Slow Burn

I'm working on a slow burn
  feeling lost not having any
  of the dreams for which I yearned.
Time passes more quickly 
  then we can ever realize
  and senior years may show no obvious prize.
What was it 
  that as children we dreamed
  could be the beauty of our futures unseen?
Years pass and struggles and rewards
  are packed in boxes now stored.

I'm working on a slow burn
  to recover dreams now forgotten and unknown
  but love was and is the most precious burning.
Foolishly in youth we give it away
  believing it will return to us one day
  but given and taken it often disappears.
If you are lucky enough
  to have once loved and lost
  hold steady to its birth not measuring the cost.
Give of yourself and fear not your heart
  give and take is how it starts.

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