Fate-Dreaming, Dream-Waiting
In my youth, sometimes walking down the street, I daydreamed,
fantasizing all the thrills fate had in store for me.
Reveries of romance became reality for such unbelievably short time
at last I tossed those foolish daydreams to the side!
What good were they? It seems to me, we’re dealt
fate’s hand, whatever it may be. Now as I grow older (wiser?)
I know where wishful thinking gets me. Old reveries have died.
I wonder now if it’s too late to wait again for fate to realize new dreams!
July 3, 2018 for Silent One's Eight Lines Of Fate, When You Wonder If It Is Too Late Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment