What happened to the dreams I had while growing up
The hopes and moving pictures of a silver-lined life
Of no nonsense and family dinners and togetherness
And the special prince to call my own
Where and when did my train go off the track
Or become too robust in the gleaming sun and derail the dream
Of normalcy and simplicity and tuna casseroles and life
Gleaming neath the clouds and culminating in family
Where did those dreams go if not into the dark forest
To be swept away in the shadows of the trees
Or buried with all those who have gone before me
As I sit here on a Saturday night all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess each of us is allowed to dream and to wish but the one thing that's constant and presides over the affairs of men is the Unknown and change...