With every dream we have,
there is a dozen we leave behind.
In this world, there is no space.
There is no place,
for things Impossible to achieve,
and we forget them as time goes on,
along with our missed chances.
We do what we can;
with whatever skills we’ve got,
hoping it is enough,
to see us through.
Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t.
It is something we will never know.
Do you read minds too? ? ? This is great David, but hope, even though we cling to it, doesn't always get us through and whether the chances were missed due to our letting them slipping by or not, once gone, they're gone, , , , , POOF.....I like this poem, , , , , , , , , , , , marci. :)
The what ifs of life... It would be great if you could go back and explore every avenue but cant, you make your choice and then your stuck with it, for good or ill..10
Ah... you took the words right out of my mind and remoulded them into perfect, provoking poetry. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do I detect just a hint of regret in this one? I sincere reflection of the process of change and the making of choices. We must always have something to look forward to - perhaps this is more important than whether we achieve our dreams or not. A thoughtful piece. I enjoyed it. love, Allie xxxx