My dreams about the future fade. A Senior Center Poetry Entry about getting "more mature." |
Don’t Wait – Update! My dreams about the future fade the farther yesterday recedes. I think about the plans I made; how they were changed by other’s needs. I thought my dreams were like a map. I’d follow them ‘til I arrived. Today my dreams come with a nap. I’m 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 “progress” seemed more slow. A time when work was done with pride. “Made Overseas” 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, they’re 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. I’ve traveled a long road to here and “here’s” not where I thought, it seems. Time is change – that much is clear, I guess I’ll just update my dreams! An entry for the March round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" Prompt: Dreams. Form: Quatrains Line Limit: None Line Count: 28 |