DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

The Dreams That Were

In youth, the children pretend
 plan, pursue what dreams may recommend,
 they run, they play, greeting life in every moment. 

In young adulthood
 the dream, they plan, they work and achieve
 clutching at the dream in which they believe;

at middle age, the wanderlust begins to fade
 they easily become disenchanted along the parade
 fearful as they hold on tight, an easy masquerade;

in rushing senior years too quickly come
 they slow, look back measuring their run
 accepting, acknowledging that time may be done;

as age creeps in, the imaginings again begin
 and all those dreams, the missing ones
 seek time enough to be done.

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Paula Goldsmith August 3, 2026 at 1:14 PM "The Dreams That Were" is a powerful write. In life we make many changes. Some for the good/some for the bad. I wish you would write more.... Have a Lovely/Blessed Day Writing Away............

Heidi Sands August 2, 2026 at 11:38 AM Great poem . True and hopefully the time sought at the end brings them about :)

Beata Agustin June 5, 2026 at 11:55 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.