Pondering Life's Parade of Dreams

As fuchsia clouds caress a saffron sky, like pastel pillows in the eventide and bid this weary winter day goodbye, I sit alone and ponder dreams applied, and ask myself if always best I tried. The dreams in life which slowly drift on by, like fashioned floats parading ‘fore our eyes and calling us to grab them from the sky, are reaching out and tempting with their plies to jump aboard their float and claim our prize. For me the dreams which loudest called my name, the ones to which I gladly answered call to join parade of dreams and claim my fame, have shaped my life and left me standing tall when all of life seemed backed against a wall. But sometimes I still think of dreams gone by, the ones to which I turned my back and passed; can’t help but wonder with an aging sigh just how my journey might have been recast if had I chosen different dreams amassed. Yet as I ponder with each passing day and think of all the dreams in which I played, I know for certain one thing I must say there’s nothing I would change in judgements made as aging sun now sets on my parade. August 25, 2023