I spent a lot of wasted years just dreaming-
And all too often, had those dreams alone.
Penning down my thoughts and aspirations-
My life was like a sad, old country song.
Dreaming of a better life soon coming-
Alas, I guess I must have missed my turn.
I guess those dreams of yesteryear still haunt me-
Alone at night I sometime sit and yearn.
I wonder where that dreaming youth has gone to?
I miss the look of marvel on his face,
As his eyes caressed a lot of pretty country-
And a cynical old man has took his place.
The faded dreams have somehow lost their luster-
The glory of the future turned to gloom…
Doubt and disillusion have replaced them,
I guess the hand of time has sealed their doom.
But still I face the future quite determined-
To end my race the same way I begun-
My head unbowed, not asking you for pity-
Just light a candle when my drifting's done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem