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
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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….
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