Lost Dreams

Lost the dreams of youth, simpicity of self
To 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 parish
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

(((( Ken )))))

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh again your soul sings

(Applause emotioncon here)

Humm but can you say one really failed to seek there dreams we dream so many dreams and in our life time we do get the joy of some of those dreams becoming reality do we not. Seems we should cherish those we did receive and figure those we did not was not meant to be.

how beautiful

Flawless~

(((((Denise))))) My soul is always blessed by you, it can't help but sing

(((((MsTeddy))))) You are so huggable

(((((Kristi))))) I am the poet who cries,as I know you and many here are. It is the common struggle, the pacified, the greedy, that cause my tears.

(((((Mary))))) My dear poet.... with eyes that see

(((((Alicia))))) You my wonderful heart are a dream I will never let die, or become lost