Broken Dreams Poem by Charles Hancock

I wandered aimlessly up and down my street of broken dreams
How did my life turn out this way? It’s all wrong, or so it seems
Grand illusions were crushed, ripped apart, tattered, and torn
A heart, once full of vim and vigor, now all tired out and worn

Must I run the gauntlet ‘tween hellish heartache and perpetual pain?
Will this be my epitaph? Do I need to “cowboy up” like John Wayne?
Dare I take yet another chance at love? Do you think I really should?
Do I feel lucky? Could I be tough enough and be like Clint Eastwood?

Then we found each other after thirty years of being good friends
My contorted roadmap of life was chock full of twists and bends
To my amazement and great fortune, you agreed to be my wife
A fairyland new beginning, watch out world! We’re high on life

Now when I lay my head down I see angel wings and finer things
Oh, how I can’t wait until I see what my new life with you brings
My hopes, dreams, wants, and wishes are now shiny and glistening
We’re in love. Did you hear me world? If not, better start listening