The dreams we knew when we were small
To be quite true, who can recall
These days long gone, like those forgot
Midst times that we remember not ?
There are some hours passed in content
Twixt those that were uncaring spent
A myriad of loving thought
That fills our lives with lessons taught.
Shall we admit our passions loss
Or ignore bad behavior’s cost,
What will it take to understand
Too much of life is underhand ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 