Dreams unfulfilled
Goals unreached
Success slipping through
fingers outstretched
Destiny?
or the unseen force
holding each one in place
Fret not my friend
For when the sun sets
The mystery is unlocked
Yes...
Some dreams of the young
Some goals of the unwise
Ahh...
let it slip through
the fingers of time
For in the afterglow of life
When the last breath surrenders
To the eternal end
Only one thing matters
We are going home!
Nice the way you start out with general things and then slowly zero in on the particulars coming to a satisfactory ending. The last sentence is truly a resting place - no desire to say anyting else or go beyond that.
very tidy writen, better simple but perfect work, thats made you a great poet, keep up the good work.
Such poetry instills the value of home, dreams for secular satisfaction will only numb the emotional concern and moral values of a family.10 again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly spiritual poem. Great title, metaphor and philosophy. Wonderful.