My Dreams

My dreams are not what I thought they would be. When I was fifteen, and thinking of me. "Twenty years from now..." the thought ran through my mind. "I'll be beautiful and smart. Happy and kind." "I'll be a stay at home mom, with my high school sweetheart by my side. He'll work nine to five, we'll have nothing to hide." But the years they change us. And life gets hard. You fall out of love. And your heart gets barred. You raise your kids. Alone and depressed. You work too hard. Never getting any rest. And then one day you find someone new. And your dreams, they change. And your attitude too. Twenty years later, I'm a stay at home mom. My high school sweetheart is long, long gone. I am beautiful and smart. Happy and kind. Who knew it would take twenty years to find this wonderful man, here by my side? And him and I, we have nothing to hide. My dreams are not what I thought they would be. When I was fifteen, and thinking of me.