~ New Dreams ~
My childhood dreams come back to me
of who I was, who I wanted to be.
I once had dreams of splendid places,
with me all dressed in fancy laces.
But childhood dreams and future plans
can sometimes slip right through our
hands.
For life’s not always what it appears,
it’s filled with pain and filled with
tears.
It’s filled with maybes and might have
been,
“if only I was that child again.”
And yet we know we can’t change time,
we can only re-visit in our dreaming
mind.
And so today I’ll again close that door
and promise myself to go there no more.
I’ll not pass my days in bitter lament
for dreams once had, that now lay
unspent.
The future is bright, I will open my
eyes,
look up to the stars, and again I’ll
take flight.
I’ll weave my new dreams with satiny
lace,
and keep marching on ‘till I finish the
race.
So here’s to the life that now is, anew,
a chance to create and make wishes come
true.
A time to bring laughter and love to the
fore,
to let go of the tether and once again
soar.
©
Forrest Phelps-Cook 2010
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