Another Dream Drifts Away Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Another dream, I watch drift away,
They are like clouds, arriving in our life,
Never knowing, how long they will stay.
Many we never recognize, when they are here
Then in the future, we look back at the time,
Memories, so precious, and dear.
Dreams, are what keep us striving, to meet another day,
We do not control, the directions, paths & ways,
How much effort and courage, your willing to sweat, and sway,
will expand or conceal your options, until the bells ring,
The end of this life's stay