Letting Go
Little did I know when I was but a child
Ephemeral is life; and all the dreams I’d filed
Through my youth inside my mind would not
Turn out to ever be what I’d once sought.
Instead of shining white, my knight wore black.
Nonetheless, I followed my life’s track,
Going forward mostly happily;
Getting disappointed too, for I’d be
Often wondering what became of me.
Such dreams of fancy used to fill my head!
But then reality I came to know!
Some dreams of mine came true, while others fled
because - at last - I simply let them go.
golden years beckon
as poetry consumes me. . .
my vanished daydreams
Written April 6, 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
