FredPeyer

What happened to my dreams?

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

Comments9

  • hayley

    Love it

  • FredPeyer

    Thank you so much Hayley for your kind comment.

  • Goldfinch60

    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

    • FredPeyer

      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!

    • orchidee

      A fine write Fred.

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks orchie, and please, don't start singing!!!

      • dusk arising

        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.

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks d a, I agree with you, the way not to age is not to look into the mirror!

        • L. B. Mek

          brilliant!

          • FredPeyer

            Thank you L.B., I am grateful that you like my poem, but 'brillian' it ain't.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks Sam, always wanted to ride a motorcycle from Alaska to the southern tip of South America. Guess that train left.

          • SureshG

            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.

            • FredPeyer

              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!

            • Olivia.

              Absolutely fantastic x

              • FredPeyer

                Mahalo Olivia. Your comment made me blush, or as I might have said before, it could be my suntan. 🙂



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