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.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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