Wonder Poem by John Yaws

Wonder seems to me to be-
An emotion meant for youth.
It somehow seems to fade away,
In light of brutal truth.

The lass who longs for dashing knight-
To carry her away…
The lad who dreams of wealth and fame-
Both wind up in dismay.

The hopes and aspirations-
Of those who toil in verse,
Will leave us disillusioned…
It seems that we are cursed:

To be like poor Cassandra-
Whose prophecies were true,
But thoroughly discounted…
It's the same for me and you.

For we view the world too clearly-
But alas, we realize-
That the truth it is not seeking,
But prefers the balm of lies.