To The Young Their Dreams Deferred Poem by James McLain

Dreams, dreams I have forgotten.
Dreams no longer touched, dreams that I no longer
Have, nor posse the will to touch.
Dreams like mine that I once had are
Now but for the young.
One single rose that slowly grew between
My dream and I.
That a boy or girl still have eyes to see with dreams
They still can touch.
The sun is now too hot and bright my eyes yes even
Now as I am looking back, flowing tears in my old age these eye's.
Around me and above me,
Down and deep below me to break from the cold dark, as I even now
Sleep in the arms of the sDreams, dreams I have forgotten.
Dreams no longer touched, dreams that I no longer
Have, nor posse the will to touch.
Dreams like mine that I once had are
Now but for the young.
One single rose that slowly grew between
My dream and I.
That a boy or girl still have eyes to see with dreams
They still can touch.
The sun is now too hot and bright my eyes yes even
Now as I look back, growing tears in my old age these eye's.
Around and above me,
Down and below me to break from the dark, as I even now
Sleep in the arms of my dark cold shadow.
Looking through my misty window and there once was my dream
And how small the flame here burns one candle small.
Looking through my misty window and there once was my dream
And how small the flame here burns one candle small.