Dreams and Reality

When I awoke from dreams I'd made at seventeen, I will look around....and what I see is how swiftly autumn came to be The countless years have come and gone, and still I long for all those dreams The many schemes, now tinged with blue, a bit askew, construed regrets, So futile yet…but they linger near My eyes were wide with expectation, when youth was mine, at seventeen I never had a solid clue what path, direction I would go Yes, I did have plans and dreams and schemes I would touch and teach and rush to change the world, the way no others could I'd make an impact in the chain... My offerings would light the dark I would be heard, I'd leave a mark, a brighter spark A legacy would be my life No matter the pain, or the sacrifice _ Of course my life had other plans I stayed, on course…like others do My dream turned into sanity… Those youthful schemes had sincerity, I see them now with clarity What I've learned since then, makes sense to me Some things are simply meant to be Those dreams became a family… My offerings have changed the world, in grander ways I do believe... My children came, one, two, and three, I never dreamed of dreams so real Supreme adults, they are today And that is why my heart is full How dreaming dreams, can still come true and often is in fact, the true, remarkable reality….