What happened to my dreams?
when gazing into the mirror after my morning pee
a fourteen year old boy was looking back at me
half awake I saw my former self it seems
when he asked “what happened to all my dreams?”
I tried to remember, think all the way back
but my mind was slow, empty and black
what were my dreams when I was still a child
some were crazy, exhilarating and wild
I was going to change the world for the better
grow up and follow these dreams to the letter
but somehow life interfered, I lost my way
the goals were still there but I went astray
I turned away from the mirror deeply in thought
thinking of my life and what it had brought
we start out bright-eyed and with great zeal
rarely knowing what is false and what is real
we charge ahead, the world at our feet
not afraid or worried about injury, cold, or heat
we want to break right through the wall
without regard to danger or failure at all
but then we slow down, start to build a life
end up in a house with kids and a wife
to feed the family we work from morning till dawn
the dreams we once had are mostly gone
but when we get old with nothing to do
these old dreams seem to pop up anew
suddenly they are front and center in our mind
but during our life we have left them behind
we think that maybe there is enough time
to do now what we did not in our prime
realizing our dreams now would be great
unfortunately, now is most likely too late
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Thank you so much Hayley for your kind comment.
Very good words Fred but those dreams of our youth forged the path ahead for us and on that path there were many different roads taken and maybe did not follow those dreams but we have both reached that age (72 for both of us) where we are still here and have a happy life in spite of not reaching our dreams.
I often think would I have had my life in a different way and the answer is always no as my life has always been good.
Andy
Thanks Andy for your very thoughtful comment. And you are right, we are where we are, despite, or maybe because of our dreams. No matter what, life is good!
A fine write Fred.
Thanks orchie, and please, don't start singing!!!
I avoid the mirror these days Fred. It always seems to want to start an argument with me. Even on a good day it just takes the piss.
Very enjoyable read Fred. I can most definitely relate to it. These later years bring us acceptance and forgiveness as we relax into the mould our life has left us in.
Thanks d a, I agree with you, the way not to age is not to look into the mirror!
brilliant!
Thank you L.B., I am grateful that you like my poem, but 'brillian' it ain't.
Thanks Sam, always wanted to ride a motorcycle from Alaska to the southern tip of South America. Guess that train left.
Dream, that all I seem to do now is dream. During the hours lit by sun, yes, daydream, and when my head rests on the pillow - just dreams. And as you have walked us through the life's journey, that's all that's left is dream.
Thanks mohangupta for reading and commenting. I disagree with you though that all that's left is dream. All that's left is dream AND DO!
Absolutely fantastic x
Mahalo Olivia. Your comment made me blush, or as I might have said before, it could be my suntan. 🙂
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