Weak Victory

Why did you take my dreams and brush them all away, Like scattered ashes of some forgotten yesterday, Blown with the biting dust of winds that swiftly glide, Just drifters on life’s road, unwanted, cast aside? I’ll mend the twisted fragments that have not been lost, Time will veil some pieces and never count the cost, A feckless sort of action, yet task worth knowing, By simply standing tall, find endurance growing. Wisdom laced with caution that loneliness will marry, Gull’s nest on seaweed, though set adrift, may tarry, A titmouse, in the thornbush, emerges, wings intact, While dreams that died of neglect, often seem abstract