Lost Dreams

Lost the dreams of youth, simpicity of self
On oceans of time and changing seasons
The carefree days of play and frolic
Now etched in wisdoms wrinkled flesh

The toys of play, turned tools of existence
Visable on the many landscapes altered
Where monuments rise, and kingdoms perish
Buried under sands of time

The pride of man will fade to memories
Lost to the need for change, decay
The tree lined paths now paved and lifeless
Like the souls of the many who travel thereon

The poet born to sing of beauty, cries
While challenging fate, to share a dream
To parchment the soul of hope is written
Longings, prayers, put forth to inspire

But the race of man will falter, breathless
Plagued by poisoned air and stream
Dying slowly in animated life
Failing to seek his dreams

The Greeks always believed that suffering brings wisdom.

Thus pain sweetens the penstroke.

Honey to the ears.

Thank you

very nice

another nice one Ken

And in your tome I find wisdom, forsooth with age doth wisdom gain. I love the way you've structured this, your gain in life is our gain in being able to read your thoughts.

Ken I am left in Awe of thee,,,

Beautiful

Now why oh why, Rogue Poet, do I have the distinct and happy belief there truly is a flip side to this rendition? Yes, this is the direction we are quickly bringing to pass and your words will go unheeded by many. Do write your bardic words of wisdom for those few with the spirit to whom this destiny will only be viewed through the windows of their tear filled eyes.

My dear friends.... your hearts fill mine to the bursting point, your words always humble me. I'm so blessed to share your friendships. They honor me with the wealth of Kings.

How very lovely to read you again!