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