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
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2023
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