My dreams about the future fade. A Senior Center Poetry Entry about getting "more mature." |
Donāt Wait ā Update! My dreams about the future fade the farther yesterday recedes. I think about the plans I made; how they were changed by otherās needs. I thought my dreams were like a map. Iād follow them ātil I arrived. Today my dreams come with a nap. Iām thankful just to have survived. Then why do I feel disappointed? My thoughts go back to long ago when the world seemed less disjointed; a time when āprogressā seemed more slow. A time when work was done with pride. āMade Overseasā was seldom seen before the turning of the tide - success is measured just in green. A time when elders offered wisdom long before the internet. They were the mentors we learned from. Now, theyāre just folks we oft' forget. A time when dreams were commonplace: a job, a home, not wrapped in greed. Somehow those dreams have been replaced. Commercials tell us what we need. Iāve traveled a long road to here and āhereāsā not where I thought, it seems. Time is change ā that much is clear, I guess Iāll just update my dreams! An entry for the March round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" Prompt: Dreams. Form: Quatrains Line Limit: None Line Count: 28 |