No Dreams
No dreams of front porches with wooden rocking chairs
To while away the hours of an autumn in a life
No illusions of grandchildren gathered round and drawing near
To listen to stories of way back when and years ago
No dreams of newborn nurseries with wooden rocking chairs
To gently soothe the restless hours of spring in a life
No illusions of children gathered round and drawing near
To listen to favorite bedtime stories just one more time
No dreams of a world without the presence of a wheelchair
To make accessible the fragile summertime of a life
No illusions of replacing those old hiking boots
To draw nearer to God in his creation once again
No dreams of a world with seamless, endless guarantees
To string days upon days without illness, without winters end
No illusions of youths invincibility, immortality
To draw bravado and contentment with simply being alive
No old dreams remain, those dreams from before
To hold on to them is to grasp at a wisp of a ghost
No illusions of promises but no fear of tomorrow
To live life with passion, to create no regrets
June 18, 2010 at 10:03 AM
Your words will remain, poetically inspiring others who need to let go
and
have "no fear of tomorrow"
live "with passion"
"create no regrets".
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